Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

Damien sat back on the luxurious sofa, casually swirling his drink as his eyes darted between Ye Fan and Natasha. The smirk on his lips was barely concealed, enjoying every moment of this little game.

Ye Fan, sitting across from him, was practically vibrating with excitement, oblivious to how deep into the trap he was already falling.

Natasha, on the other hand, was more cautious.

Her sharp gaze remained fixed on Damien, though even she couldn't hide her curiosity.

The staff returned with their drinks, and Ye Fan eagerly grabbed his glass. "To the future," he said with an easy grin, raising his glass to Damien, who returned the gesture with a slight smirk.

As the glasses clinked together, Natasha interrupted, her voice cutting through the room like a cold wind. "Before we start celebrating, shouldn't we at least know what this deal is? We don't even know your name."

Her words were direct, and her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the stranger who seemed far too comfortable in this private setting.

Ye Fan glanced at her, irritation flashing across his face. "Natasha, chill. We don't need to get into details like names right now. He's got an opportunity. That's what matters."

'Damn, you idiot.' Natasha shot him a glare, but held her tongue, folding her arms. Despite her reservations, she was keen to hear what this supposed deal was.

If it was legitimate, it could be a game-changer for her family, and she wasn't about to let Ye Fan get involved without understanding what was at stake.

Damien chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the tension. "Names aren't important. What's important is the opportunity I'm bringing to the table."

Natasha's suspicion only grew, but Ye Fan nodded eagerly, signaling for Damien to continue. He was already too invested, too excited by the prospect of easy money.

"There's a piece of land in Southcrest," Damien began, leaning forward slightly as if sharing a well-guarded secret. "Right now, it's nothing. A dead zone. But in a few months, the government's going to launch a massive development project there. New businesses, luxury apartments, shopping centers... the works.

The value of that land is going to skyrocket."

Ye Fan's eyes lit up. "You've got insider info?"

Damien gave a slow, deliberate nod. "My company has been tapped to help with the initial stages of the project. Officially, no one knows yet. But unofficially, I've gotten a heads-up. We've got a window of opportunity to buy up a significant portion of the land before the news breaks.

When it does, we sell it to developers, or even back to the government at triple, maybe even quadruple the current price."

Ye Fan was hooked. "This is huge! How much are you looking for?"

"Investors need to put in ten million each," Damien said casually, leaning back into his seat. "We're talking about securing a third of the district's land. When the prices rise, you'll get a substantial cut of the profit. Enough to change lives."

Natasha, though still skeptical, couldn't deny that if this was true, the profit potential was massive.

But something about it didn't sit right.

A stranger, no name, just sitting here offering insider information on a government project?

It all felt too convenient.

"Ten million?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what exactly do you get out of this?"

Damien's smile widened as if he had been waiting for her to ask that. "I've got a stake in the project itself, through my company. But the more land we control, the more leverage we have when it comes time to sell. My gains are tied to the success of the entire venture."

Ye Fan was already leaning forward, the wheels turning in his head. "This could help with..."

He didn't need to say more. Natasha knew exactly what he meant.

Their fathers were at war over the family's control, and Natasha was always desperate to find something to tip the balance in his father's favor.

Damien's eyes flickered briefly to Natasha, and he could see the hesitation in her. "I get it. It sounds too good to be true," he said, his voice low and measured. "But I wouldn't be here if I didn't have confidence in what I'm offering. I've already made the initial moves. I'm not asking you to blindly trust me.

I'm asking you to be smart enough to see the opportunity."

Natasha stayed quiet for a moment, her eyes scanning Damien's face for any sign of deceit.

Something still felt off, but Ye Fan was already too far gone.

If she didn't move now, she knew he would jump in headfirst and risk dragging her into whatever mess this was.

After all, her choice was very simple. She would not leave the deal if he was not involved in this. Given how this would give his father an advantage if this deal were true, she would at least try to prevent him from getting it. If he did, then she would also get involved.

To put it simply, it was like I will not let you have it, and if you have it, then I will take it.

"And if the deal falls through?" she asked, still probing.

Damien shrugged casually. "The land's value will still increase, even without the government project. You'll make money either way—just not as much. But I guarantee you, this is the kind of opportunity that comes once in a lifetime."

Ye Fan, grinning from ear to ear, raised his glass again. "I'm in. This is exactly what we need. Natasha, you can leave if you find it suspicious."

The Ye fan didn't see this as a loss, given that it involved purchasing some land. He believes that it is inevitable for the land's value to increase in the future. There are no losses he needs to bear; even if this were all a scam, he would still have that land, and if he does, then most likely, he can recover his money afterward.

Damien, seeing the gleam of greed in Ye Fan's eyes, raised his own glass. "To future success," he said again, his smirk growing as he saw them taking the bait.

Natasha's stomach churned. She still didn't trust him. Discover more content at m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

Not one bit.

But as much as she wanted to walk away, she couldn't afford to.

Not if this deal was real.

Not if it could tip the scales in her father's favor.

"I'll think about it," she said slowly, her voice firm but leaving the door slightly open.

Damien clinked his glass against Ye Fan's once more, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Everything was falling into place perfectly.

They didn't need to know his name—by the time they realized what had happened, it wouldn't matter.