"Screech—"
The sound of tires grinding against asphalt pierced the air as three sleek black Tank 500 SUVs came to a halt, forming a tight perimeter.
A dozen towering men with icy expressions stepped out, their presence radiating tension.
The driver stiffened, his eyes sharp with wariness.
Were these the people behind Arlo's abduction attempt?
Tiffany's breath hitched, her fingers curling nervously.
"Don't worry.
You're safe."
Calvin slid one hand casually into his trouser pocket, positioning himself squarely in front of Tiffany as he leveled a cool, assessing gaze at the newcomers.
His tall, broad-shouldered frame cast a protective shadow over her, wrapping her in an unspoken sense of security. Her heart swelled with gratitude.
This man—Calvin—was truly a good person!
Of course, Calvin remained blissfully unaware that he'd just been handed the ultimate "good guy" card.
"Who are you?"
