Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 209: Who is the guy with Melissa Taylor? they look good together

Chapter 209: Who is the guy with Melissa Taylor? they look good together

"Vicente," Melissa let out a bitter laugh, her eyes blazing as she glared at the man before her.

"Has anyone ever told you that you’re terrible at comforting people?"

"No."

Vicente frowned. People only ever said he was good at killing.

As for offering comfort?

Not a single soul had mentioned it.

"Well, I’m telling you now," Melissa said, torn between exasperation and amusement at his earnest response.

"Stop trying to comfort people in the future—unless you want to get punched."

A smirk tugged at Vicente’s lips.

"They’d have to be able to take me down first."

Melissa barely resisted the urge to roll her

eyes.

"You’re way too full of yourself."

"It’s not arrogance, it’s confidence,"

Vicente narrowed his eyes slightly.

Of course, this was also the reason he had survived until now.

Melissa had seen Vicente in action before.

She knew full well how formidable he was, but she couldn’t stand his smugness.

With a cold snort, she retorted, "I’ll get Sinclair to beat you up."

Sinclair.

At the mention of that man, Vicente’s deep-set eyes darkened imperceptibly.

Though they had never crossed fists, that man undeniably gave him a sense of danger. It was an almost instinctive intuition.

Seeing Vicente fall silent, Melissa immediately wore a triumphant smirk.

"Scared now, aren’t you?"

Instead of answering directly, Vicente picked up a glass of red wine from the table and chuckled softly.

"Think you can actually get him to come?" Truth was, she didn’t dare.

Melissa’s smile froze instantly. "This is my business.

Just sit tight and wait for your beating."

Seeing Melissa’s gloom lift slightly, Vicente’s sharp eyes glinted with amusement as he chuckled.

"Fine."

Just as the two were bickering, a faint stir arose behind them.

Calvin strode in, clad in an impeccably tailored, high-end suit, his tall and well-proportioned frame exuding effortless elegance.

His strikingly handsome features looked as though they had been meticulously sculpted by the gods themselves—flawless to the point of breathtaking.

His slightly upturned, peach-blossom eyes still carried their usual playful charm, gazing at everyone with a tenderness that could easily be mistaken for affection.

As Taylor once put it: "Even if Calvin were looking at a dog, anyone who didn’t know better would think he was head over heels."

But only those who got close enough would realize that beneath that warmth lay an unmistakable detachment. As usual, Calvin had a different woman by his side. Yet this time, something felt different.

The woman wore a fitted, strapless evening gown in soft lotus pink, her fair skin glowing under the light.

Her delicate features were accentuated by a set of refined pearl jewelry adorning her neck and ears, radiating an air of gentle sophistication—graceful yet understated charm.

Accustomed to the parade of glamorous beauties always surrounding Calvin, this woman’s appearance was like a breath of fresh air.

"Just looking at Calvin’s exterior, you really can’t find any flaws."

"True, but he’s such a playboy.

Marrying him would mean endless headaches."

"If I could marry him, I’d gladly put up with it.

But sadly, Calvin only goes for those C-list

celebrities—never anyone from our circle."

"Didn’t they say he only likes flashy, dazzling types?

Why the sudden change?"

"Even the most delicious dish gets boring if you eat it every day.

A change of taste is only natural." Normally, Calvin wouldn’t have given these whispers and stares a second thought. But today, for some inexplicable reason, they grated on his nerves.

He leaned in close to Tiffany, his voice warm and gentle.

"If the attention bothers you, I can take you to a quieter corner."

"Not at all," Tiffany curved her crimson lips into a carefree smile, mirroring his closeness as she murmured,

"Barring any surprises, today is the first—and last—time I’ll ever see these people."

Why would she care about strangers she’d never cross paths with again?

How refreshingly unbothered.

Calvin’s lips quirked in amusement.

But then again, that suited him just fine.

"Calvin,"

Tiffany’s beautiful eyes darted swiftly across the room before she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Where’s Camilla?"

She had come here for one reason only—to protect her precious Camilla.

Her warm breath brushed against Calvin’s ear, sending a tingling shiver down his spine.

For a fleeting moment, he found himself unconsciously wishing those crimson lips would come even closer.

The realization of his own thoughts startled him.

Fortunately, Tiffany remained completely oblivious.

Her gaze was still scanning the grand hall, she waited patiently for his reply.

"Camilla is representing the Luther Family.

She won’t arrive this early,"

Calvin replied, his expression was as composed as ever, as if nothing had just transpired.

"But she’ll be here soon."

Only the faint flush creeping up his ears betrayed the fact that his earlier thoughts had been anything but an illusion.

Fortunately, from Tiffany’s perspective, she couldn’t see any of it.

The two were engaged in a perfectly normal conversation, but to onlookers, their interaction appeared intimate and suggestive. "That woman looks so innocent, but she’s clearly got tricks up her sleeve."

"Tell me about it.

All this cozy behavior is probably just a show to mark her territory."

"She doesn’t seem like someone from the entertainment industry, but I doubt she’s from the capital either.

I’ve never seen her at any of these parties before."

Had Tiffany heard these remarks, she would have been stunned by how much more imaginative these women were than her, a professional web novelist.

Was she really... snagging Calvin?

Birds of a feather, indeed.

While the others didn’t recognize Tiffany, Sandra certainly did.

Holding a wine glass, she strode gracefully toward Tiffany and Calvin under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"Mr. Calvin—"

Calvin’s eyes flickered with distaste at the sight of Sandra approaching.

Still, given that today’s event was hosted by Sandra and Tyler, he couldn’t afford to openly slight her—at least, not unless she gave him a reason to.

"This is Sandra, the eldest daughter of the Porter family."

Calvin wrapped his arm around Tiffany’s slender waist and quickly murmured an introduction to Sandra in a hushed tone.

"The guest of honor for tonight’s event." Sandra.

Tiffany immediately understood, her eyes sweeping over the approaching woman.

So this was the villainess in Camilla’s current life story.

Pretty face, but not much going on upstairs.

"Miss Porter," Calvin raised his wine glass with a faint smirk, tilting it slightly in her direction. "Congratulations on your engagement."

Those four simple words froze the smile on Sandra’s face for a split second. Anyone else’s well-wishes wouldn’t have mattered.

But Calvin was Sinclair’s closest friend—he’d been there that night at the birthday banquet.

His "congratulations" felt more like salt rubbed into a wound.

"Thanks," Sandra took a sip of her red wine and swiftly steered the conversation toward Tiffany with a practiced smile.

"And who might this be?" The surrounding guests perked up with curiosity at her question.

"This is Miss Tiffany," Calvin replied, his smile unwavering.

"My specially invited companion for the evening.

And this, Miss Tiffany, is Miss Sandra."

*Companion.*

*Just another gold-digger, no different from Camilla.

* A cold smirk flickered in Sandra’s eyes as she prepared to speak.

"Miss Porter—no, my apologies," Tiffany cut in first, offering a polite distant smile.

"Since you’re engaged to Mr. Tyler, I should address you as

*Mrs. Luther*."

She raised her wineglass with effortless grace, clinking it lightly against Sandra’s, her expression radiating sincerity.

"Mrs. Sandra Luther, you and Mr. Tyler Luther is truly a match made in heaven.

Congratulations on your engagement."

*Two can play in this game.*

She was quite skilled.

Sandra’s smile faltered, her grip on the wine glass tightening until her knuckles turned white.

Just as she was about to fire back, another wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd at the entrance.

"It’s Madam Luther."

"Madam Luther is here."

There was only one person who could be called Madam Luther Calvin who leaned toward Tiffany and murmured,

"Your Camilla is here."

Outside, a graceful figure glided into the room. Sandra’s expression instantly darkened to the extreme.