Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 433: Speaking of the devil

"What a coincidence,"

Calvin arched an eyebrow as he spotted the figure entering downstairs, his lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk.

"Speak of the devil."

Taylor frowned and followed Calvin’s gaze toward the entrance.

A woman glided in, dressed in a moon-white gown, her slender neck exposed like flawless jade.

Jet-black hair cascaded softly down her back, framing delicate features that exuded the gentle grace of a misty landscape.

She stood out starkly against the club’s decadent, intoxicating atmosphere.

Her presence instantly caught the attention of many men in the room, their eyes lighting up with interest.

Taylor’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, his handsome, composed face betraying no emotion.

It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Tsk, tsk," Calvin watched Voilet, his thin lips twisting slightly as a hint of mockery flickered in his eyes.

"Years have passed, yet this woman hasn’t changed a bit."

Still so adept at using her appearance as a disguise, making people believe she’s pure and harmless. In truth, she was a man-eating flower—one that devoured even the bones without leaving a trace.

Looks like someone’s about to fall for the trap again tonight.

Calvin was just thinking this when he spotted a man in a checkered shirt and black-framed glasses approaching Violet with two drinks in hand, a polite smile on his face.

"Hey there, are you here alone?"

The held out one of the glasses toward Voilet, his gaze openly admiring.

"Care for a drink?"

"Sorry," Voilet replied, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she shook her head.

"I’m actually here to meet someone.

Not drinking tonight."

A clear rejection.

"Oh, I see.

My apologies."

The bespectacled man’s face fell as he withdrew the offered drink.

With a nod, he retreated to his seat.

Relieved that he didn’t press further, Voilet exhaled softly.

Places like this were unfamiliar territory for her—she rarely ever stepped into them and had no idea how to navigate the usual advances.

Her eyes swept the room once more, but the person she was looking for was nowhere in sight.

With no other choice, she walked up to a waiter and leaned in to ask something in a hushed voice.

The waitress observed Voilet’s gentle demeanor and, sensing she wasn’t here to cause trouble, immediately agreed to her request.

"I’ll take you there.

Please follow me."

Voilet smiled and nodded.

"Thank you for your help."

Taylor remained reclined in his chair, unmoving, as he raised the glass he’d been toying with to his lips and drained it in one go.

His dark, inscrutable eyes followed Voilet’s figure with detached calm.

Noticing his friend’s expression, Calvin smirked but said nothing.

Some things become harder to forget the more you avoid them—yet facing them might reveal they weren’t such a big deal after all.

The waitress led Voilet to a booth.

"Here we are. This is the spot you’re looking for."

Voilet’s furrowed brow relaxed slightly as she took in the figure seated inside.

"Thank you."

The woman in the booth had been slumped over the table but slowly lifted her head at the sound of the voice.

Her bleary, intoxicated eyes squinted repeatedly before finally focusing on Voilet.

"Voilet... you came," she slurred.

"Sorry to trouble you again..."

Her delicate face was flushed crimson from the alcohol, clearly showing she was heavily intoxicated.

"Don’t say things like that," Violet sat beside Nora, gently tucking the stray strands of hair behind her friend’s ear, her eyes brimming with concern.

"Why did you drink so much?"

She turned to the waiter who had led her here.

"Could I get a glass of lemon water, please?"

"Of course," The waiter glanced at Nora, understanding it was meant to sober her up, and nodded before leaving.

"Just a moment, please."

"I had no choice.

These clients are relentless—they won’t sign the contract unless everyone’s drunk to their satisfaction,"

A flicker of resignation passed through Nora’s eyes, but it was quickly

replaced by excitement as she raised a hand.

"But it’s a huge deal!

I’ll get over fifty dollars in commission—enough to cover Ace’s medical bills for the next few days."

"Didn’t I tell you I’d figure out a way to handle Ace’s expenses?"

Voilet sighed inwardly, her voice softening as she looked at her friend.

"You don’t have to push yourself this hard."

"That won’t do," Nora shook her head, then winced as the movement sent a fresh wave of pain through her temples.

Her brows knitted together in discomfort.

"You’ve already done so much for Ace, and besides—"

She hesitated, studying her friend’s delicate, porcelain-like features before finally voicing her thoughts.

"I don’t want you to have to ask Taylor for help again because of him."

As Voilet’s only close friend, she knew every detail of what had transpired between them.

Voilet had been left with no choice back then, but Taylor had been entirely blameless.

Some things were simply cruel twists of fate.

And that was exactly why she refused to put her friend in such an awkward position over her own troubles.

"The hospital made it clear—Ace’s condition can’t wait any longer.

Asking Taylor for help is the fastest solution," Voilet murmured, her downcast eyes briefly shadowed with something unreadable before she composed herself.

"No matter how much I owe him, I’ll repay every penny.

As for the rest... you don’t need to worry about it."

"But—"

Nora opened her mouth to protest, only to be interrupted by a server approaching with a glass of lemon water.

"Here’s your drink, ma’am."

"Thank you," Voilet nodded gently, taking the glass of water and handing it to Nora with a soft voice.

"Drink up. We’ll head home once you feel better."

Nora understood—Voilet didn’t want her to bring up Taylor again. She sighed inwardly.

"Alright,"

She accepted the lemon water, sipping slowly to ease the lingering buzz from the alcohol.

Upstairs. Well, this was unexpected—a woman had come looking for another woman.

Calvin smirked, raising his glass to his lips for a light sip before chuckling.

"Thought there’d be something more entertaining to watch."

"Enjoying the drama that much?"

Taylor downed his drink in one go, shifting his gaze back to Calvin with deliberate calm.

"Should I gather all your past tabloid scandals and send them to Tiffany?

That way, you can enjoy the show at home." When he was in a foul mood, seeing others happy just rubbed him the wrong way.

Talk about holding a grudge.

"It took me forever to win her over—can’t afford to mess this up now."

Calvin paused mid-sip, swirling his glass before lightly clinking it against Taylor’s. "You’re the expert, alright?"

Taylor’s lips curved faintly, but his grip on the glass tightened imperceptibly as his gaze flickered toward the figure approaching Voilet and Nora.

Calvin noticed it too.

Calvin pressed the rim of his glass to his lips, masking a smirk, though the glint of amusement in his dark, narrowed eyes was unmistakable.

Now we’re talking.

Things were getting dull.

"Hey, gorgeous," The young man in a sleek black hoodie sauntered closer, his trendy outfit doing little to distract from the blatant admiration in his eyes as they lingered on Voilet.

"Lost a bet—mind joining us for a drink over there?"

Logan jerked his chin toward a booth packed with his buddies.

Voilet’s brows knit slightly.

Before she or Nora could refuse, he flashed a grin.

"Just do me this solid.

Next time you’re here, everything’s on me—deal?"

Whether out of respect for his status or his wealth, this was a request that shouldn’t have been refused.

Calvin’d used this tactic countless times at bars, with an impressive success rate.

Nora, well-versed in social games, immediately saw through the man’s intentions.

"Sorry, we’re heading out. Can’t help you.

Try someone else," she said coolly, setting down her glass of lemon water before tugging Violet up from her seat.

"Voilet, let’s go."

"Mm," Voilet murmured, steadying the slightly unsteady Nora as they brushed past the man without so much as a glance in his direction.

The man’s expression darkened instantly.

His companions at the table snickered, their mocking grins unmistakable.

"Who does she think she is, daring to turn me down?"

His eyes narrowed in displeasure.

"Some people just don’t know when they’re being shown kindness."