Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

Damien strode through the dimly lit nightclub, the thudding bass of the music resonating in the air as Ye Fan walked closely at his side.

They made their way toward the exclusive VIP area, where velvet ropes and imposing bouncers stood guard at the entrance. Behind them, Natasha walked with a careful, measured pace, her sharp eyes silently scrutinizing everything in their vicinity, particularly focused on Damien.

Feeling Natasha's presence almost breathing down his neck, Ye Fan couldn't suppress the urge to glance back.

Irritation flashed across his face as he spotted her following them, an unwelcome shadow in their midst.

"What the hell are you following us for?" Ye Fan spat, not bothering to hide the disdain in his voice. His annoyance was palpable.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Following you? Please." She gave a slight shrug, her tone drenched in indifference. "I'm just heading in the same direction. You're the one acting like I'm chasing you."

The tension between them crackled in the air, thick and hostile. Damien, walking just ahead of them, didn't react. If anything, the subtle tug at the corner of his mouth indicated mild amusement, as if this little spat was part of his expectations.

His eyes flickered towards Natasha, who was watching him more than Ye Fan, curious about what kind of "deal" Damien had just mentioned.

Ye Fan, though annoyed with her, was equally curious. Neither could resist being a part of whatever was about to unfold.

They reached the VIP section, where plush leather sofas lined the area, a stark contrast to the chaos of the main floor.

All three took their seats, the space between them wide enough to mirror the distance between their minds.

A staff member approached them almost immediately, ready to serve.

Ye Fan, always quick to make his presence known, waved a hand dismissively and ordered two glasses of the highest-quality drink they had, completely ignoring Natasha as if she didn't even exist.

Natasha, unfazed, leaned back into her sofa and, when the staff member turned to her, calmly requested a coffee. Her tone was light but purposeful, as though she was making it clear that she didn't need their acknowledgment.

Once the drinks arrived, the real conversation began. Ye Fan leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at Damien. "Alright, what's this deal you were talking about?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, though his impatience was clear.

Damien leaned back into his seat, his expression neutral but with a faint hint of something else lurking beneath—control, maybe.

Calculation.

His gaze shifted between Ye Fan and Natasha, quickly analyzing the strained relationship between them.

They clearly hated each other, and Damien was silently taking mental notes of how to use that to his advantage.

"The deal," Damien began, his voice smooth and deliberate, "is simple. I'm in need of investors. That's why I'm here—places like this nightclub attract people from influential backgrounds, and I want to make the right connections."

Ye Fan's eyes lit up like he had just been handed a jackpot. His excitement was so obvious that it was almost painful to watch.

Natasha, on the other hand, looked entirely disinterested, but that was just an act. Damien knew she was paying attention, even if she refused to show it.

She sat there, legs crossed, eyes closed as she sipped her coffee like this conversation had nothing to do with her.

But the subtle tension between her and Ye Fan was growing, the air around them becoming thick with unspoken animosity.

Ye Fan's interest in the deal seemed to set Natasha on edge, though she didn't let it show openly.

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"You're really here looking for investors? In a nightclub?" Natasha's voice cut through the moment, her tone dripping with skepticism. She didn't even bother looking at Damien as she said it, instead locking eyes with Ye Fan, who clenched his jaw.

"Yes, I am," Damien replied smoothly, not missing a beat. His eyes flickered toward her, watching for any sign of interest behind her calm facade. "Places like this are where influential people let their guard down. Where else would I meet the right kind of people?"

Natasha gave a short, humorless laugh, finally opening her eyes to look directly at Damien. "Right, because meeting drunk rich idiots is the smartest way to build a business," she remarked, her voice as sharp as glass.

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed. "Not everyone here is an idiot, Natasha. But I'm sure that's hard for you to grasp, considering you spend all your time playing games with people's money," he said, his words laced with venom.

She shot him a cold look. "At least I know how to handle money. Can't say the same for someone who's been begging for handouts his whole life."

Ye Fan's face flushed with anger, and he leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper, though every word was steeped in hatred. "I don't need a lecture from someone who's barely hanging onto her position."

Damien watched the back-and-forth with mild interest, keeping his expression neutral but noting the obvious bitterness between the two cousins. It was clear as day—these two didn't just dislike each other; they could even go far as to kill each other. And that was exactly what he needed.

While Ye Fan was practically salivating at the thought of making money from whatever deal Damien was dangling in front of him, Natasha remained silent, though her eyes told another story.

She was calculating, thinking.

And Damien knew she wasn't nearly as detached as she pretended to be.

"How about I introduce you to some people?" Ye Fan said, turning back to Damien, his anger momentarily pushed aside as greed took over. His voice was filled with a forced calm, as if trying to regain control. "Real investors. People with real money."

Damien smiled, a slow, knowing grin that barely reached his eyes.

Everything was falling into place exactly as he had anticipated.