Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 271: Miss Tiffany, We meet again

"Wait, please hold the elevator!"

Marie frantically pressed the button while calling out anxiously to those inside.

"We need to go up too!"

Her timing was perfect—the doors that had just begun closing slid open again.

"Sorry, sorry, we’re heading up as well."

Though there were three people in the elevator, Marie’s gaze immediately locked onto the young man standing in the center.

His tailored gray suit was impeccably pressed, not a single wrinkle in sight, accentuating his tall, lean frame.

His slightly upturned peach-blossom eyes, the sharp bridge of his nose, and those thin, well-defined lips—

Every feature was so flawlessly handsome, as if he had stepped straight out of a manga.

Just standing there, he exuded an air of cold elegance that made it almost intimidating to look at him directly.

The woman clinging to his arm wore a sleek black high-waisted slit dress, stunning in her own right.

But next to him, she paled in comparison.

Marie couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.

This was the textbook definition of a male lead straight out of a novel!

The man who had been speaking with a woman noticed the gaze fixed upon him and cast a sidelong glance at Marie.

Though his eyes carried a faint smile, there was an unmistakable chill in the way he looked at her.

Marie immediately averted her eyes like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

"Excuse me," a stern-faced middle-aged man from the corner stepped forward, blocking Marie.

"This elevator is reserved for VIP guests. Please step out."

VIP.

And indeed, he looked the part—expensive in every way.

"Sorry, sorry!

It’s our first time here—we didn’t know the rules.

We’ll leave right away," Marie stammered, recognizing someone far beyond her league.

She quickly grabbed Tiffany, who was still clutching her chest and catching her breath by the elevator door, ready to make a swift exit.

"Come on, Fanny."

Fanny?

Hearing the name, the man’s lowered eyes flicked back toward the doorway with sudden interest, finally noticing the figure who had been completely obscured by Marie.

Once he confirmed her identity, his almond-shaped eyes—usually cool and detached—narrowed slightly, and the smile on his lips warmed by a fraction.

"Miss Tiffany," he said smoothly, "we meet again."

Recognizing the man as someone acquainted with their boss, the middle-aged man tactfully stepped aside.

"Calvin?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Tiffany immediately looked up.

"What a coincidence," she said, her face lighting up with surprise at the sight of his handsome features.

"What brings you here?"

Noticing that Tiffany knew the man inside, Marie’s eyes sparkled with delight as she quickly pressed the elevator button.

If they were acquainted, hitching a ride in the same elevator was only natural.

"The company is hosting an important client here," Calvin replied, his tone warm as he glanced at Marie.

"And you?"

Meanwhile, Aria’s finely arched brows furrowed slightly.

Calvin might appear gentle and refined, but beneath that polished exterior lay an innate aloofness and detachment—far from the approachable demeanor he projected.

People who earned his initiative to greet were already few and far between. Women? Even rarer.

At this thought, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she studied Tiffany with scrutiny.

The woman wore a white knitted long-sleeve top paired with a black pleated miniskirt, revealing slender, porcelain-smooth legs.

Her fair, delicate face bore only the faintest trace of makeup, accentuating her natural, understated beauty.

Those soft, slightly narrowed eyes of hers were clear and bright, radiating an effortless innocence and sweetness that made it impossible not to let one’s guard down.

Aria’s long, thick lashes fluttered almost imperceptibly, a fleeting shadow passing through her gaze.

This woman was different from all the others who had ever appeared by Calvin’s side.

Different—and that meant special.

"I’m here for business too," Tiffany said, her eyes crinkling into a smile as she glanced at Aria, who was clinging to Calvin’s arm.

"Is this your girlfriend?

She’s gorgeous."

Unbeknownst to her, a strange flicker of emotion had briefly stirred in her chest.

But Calvin noticed it—the inexplicable irritation rising within him.

The smile on his lips faltered for just a fraction of a second.

"No," he replied, lowering his gaze briefly to look at Aria.

"Just business partners."

Aria’s smile faltered slightly at his words.

She quickly released Calvin’s arm, offering Tiffany a polite nod.

"Miss Tiffany—"

Having spent some time by Calvin’s side, she knew him well.

This man never bothered to explain his relationships to anyone.

His blunt denial now was clearly meant to avoid any misunderstanding with this woman—Tiffany.

The thought made Aria’s fingers, clutching the fabric of her dress at her side, tightening imperceptibly.

Tiffany looked somewhat awkward.

"Sorry."

Just then, the elevator doors slid open.

"We’re here," Marie, who had been standing quietly in the background, finally stepped forward, holding the doors open.

"Fanny, we should go."

"Right," Tiffany nodded, offering Calvin and Aria a faint smile before stepping out.

"We’ll head out first," Aria nodded with a warm smile.

"I’m on the top floor," Calvin glanced at the elevator’s display panel before replying in that gentle tone of his.

"If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to come find me."

Tiffany dismissed it as a casual remark, offering only a brief acknowledgment before leaving with Marie.

As the elevator continued its ascent, Calvin fell silent once more.

"Mr. Calvin.."

Aria tentatively spoke up, her arm still looped through Calvin’s.

"Who was that Miss Tiffany just now?"

Calvin glanced down at her, the corners of his lips curling slightly.

"What do you think?"

His tone was unhurried, yet carried an unmistakable chill.

A shiver ran down Aria’s spine, the coldness in his voice making her blood run cold.

"My apologies, Mr. Calvin.

I overstepped."

Calvin withdrew his gaze, saying nothing more, but the icy detachment in his slightly upturned eyes was unmistakable.

The middle-aged man standing nearby, head bowed, understood immediately.

This would likely be the last time Miss Aria appeared by Mr. Calvin’s side.

*Ding—*

The elevator arrived at the top floor.

Calvin stepped out, his expression indifferent.

A bespectacled middle-aged man was already waiting at the entrance, his demeanor instantly turning solemn at the sight of Calvin.

"Mr. Calvin!"

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Calvin arched an eyebrow.

"Yes," the bespectacled middle-aged man nodded.

"His’s waiting in the private room."