Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

As they stepped out of the nightclub, the cool night air hit them, a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere inside. Ye Fan, buzzing with excitement, couldn't stop grinning as he practically skipped towards his car.

"Man, this is going to be huge," he said, his voice filled with glee. "I'll definitely find some new investors. Once I secure the amount, I'll contact him. No way I'm missing out on this kind of opportunity."

Natasha walked beside him, her arms folded, her expression more restrained, though a touch of uncertainty lingered in her eyes. She wasn't as blindly optimistic as Ye Fan, but even she couldn't deny the allure of the potential profits. Her thoughts wandered back to her father, the constant battle for the family's top position weighing on her.

This deal could help, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

"I can't arrange investors," she muttered quietly, almost as if speaking to herself, "but I'll try to arrange the money."

Her voice lacked the same enthusiasm as Ye Fan's, her mind clearly split between suspicion and ambition. Ye Fan, completely in his own world, snickered inwardly as he heard her half-hearted statement. In his mind, Natasha was as naive as ever, still not capable of playing in the big leagues.

'She doesn't even have the guts to find investors,' he thought smugly, dismissing her as he always did. The fact that she wouldn't be able to contribute much was only more fuel to his growing sense of superiority. 'More for me, then.' Discover hidden content at m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

For Ye Fan, this was a gold mine. With Damien's supposed driver promising a 5% cut for anyone who brought in additional investors, he could already see himself bathing in money. It was the perfect setup. Worst-case scenario, even if this was some elaborate scam, he figured he'd still come out with the land—something to sell and recoup his losses.

The upside far outweighed the risk in his mind, and he had already decided he was all in.

Damien stood a few steps behind them, watching the scene unfold with quiet amusement. Ye Fan was practically salivating at the thought of cashing in, and Natasha, though more guarded, had still been hooked.

Damien couldn't help but chuckle softly, causing both of them to turn and look at him. "No issues," he said smoothly, his eyes glinting in the faint streetlight. "I'll be waiting. For contacting me, you can reach out to him."

He pointed towards the taxi driver, who had been leaning against the car, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. The poor driver's face twitched, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. Clearly, he hadn't been expecting to be roped into this little charade. His blank stare followed Damien's finger, as if he couldn't believe he was being implicated in this high-stakes game.

'This bastard's going to get me killed one day,' the driver thought, mentally cursing Damien for dragging him into this mess. But he kept his mouth shut, knowing better than to voice his objections.

Ye Fan gave a half-smirk, not even registering the driver's discomfort. "Fine by me," he said dismissively, already planning his next move. He still felt like he had the upper hand. Even if Natasha couldn't pull her weight, he'd make sure to round up enough investors to secure his spot in the deal.

As for Natasha, she remained quiet, eyes focused ahead. Even though she had agreed to try and get the money, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was a trap. But she knew Ye Fan well—if this deal was real and she didn't at least try, he'd lord it over her for years.

Worse, her father would lose out, and in their world, missing an opportunity like this could mean the difference between success and failure.

Still, the nagging doubt refused to leave her mind.

As Ye Fan waved a casual goodbye and slid into his sleek Lamborghini, Damien watched the car roar to life and speed off into the night. The smirk on his face deepened as he stood there, feeling the curious gazes of a few passersby outside the nightclub, no doubt intrigued by the flashy departure.

Damien turned his attention to Natasha, who remained rooted in place, staring blankly in the direction of Ye Fan's car as it disappeared down the road. Her expression was unreadable, but her body language was tense, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

Damien stepped closer, moving silently until he was right next to her, his breath just inches away from her ear. He could feel the sudden stiffness in her posture, her unease radiating off her in waves. His voice dropped to a whisper, soft and low, as he leaned in, letting his words slip out like silk.

"Wouldn't it be fun," he murmured, his lips barely moving, "to see that idiot's face when he realizes this was all a scam?"

Natasha's body flinched the moment Damien whispered those words. Her eyes, wide with confusion, remained locked on the direction where Ye Fan's car had disappeared moments before. She turned her gaze back to Damien, trying to process what he'd just said, her expression blank but her heart racing in disbelief.

"What did you just say?" she asked, her voice low, almost hesitant.

Damien didn't miss a beat. A sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took a step back, giving her a bit of space while maintaining his composure. "I said," he repeated, his tone smooth, "do you really believe anyone rich would be looking for wealthy investors in a nightclub?"

He let the question hang for a second, watching her absorb the meaning. "It was obviously a scam, Natasha. You're smarter than this. You can't beat that idiot."

Her breath caught in her throat. Natasha's eyes widened further, her feet instinctively retreating a step.

Something about this man screamed danger—not just because he'd confessed to orchestrating a scam, but because she had believed him too.

That unsettling realization made her blood run cold.