*Beep—beep—beep.*
The call ended abruptly with a busy tone, clearly disconnected by the other party.
Antonio's brows knitted together slowly, his expression darkening.
Whoever could answer Tiffany's phone while she was showering must be someone special.
It seemed this woman had wasted no time finding a rebound after breaking up with Arlo.
Just as heartless as Camilla.
Calvin averted his gaze and spoke in a measured tone.
"Jey."
"Yes, sir."
His assistant stepped forward immediately, head slightly bowed.
"Mr. Calvin—"
Antonio toyed with his phone in his slender, pale fingers, his voice low and deliberate.
"Find out who the man around Tiffany is.
Now."
After all, the capital wasn't his territory.
Calvin had to tread carefully.
"Yes, I'll get right on it."
The assistant nodded before turning and exiting the room.
Antonio rose from his seat and walked to the window, lighting a cigarette between his lips.
