Chapter 633 Violet Threatens David
In the bar, the lighting was dim.
David sat alone in a corner booth, a glass of whiskey positioned before him.
His gaze held a distant quality, as though he'd retreated into his own world.
The crowd around him buzzed with conversation and laughter, yet he remained silent, seemingly cut off from it all.
A couple walked past, arms wrapped around each other. David's expression turned cold, his eyes following them with unmistakable contempt.
His grip tightened around his glass, knuckles whitening as he tilted his head back and drained the amber liquid in one swift motion.
The burn of the alcohol made him wince slightly, though he showed no other sign of discomfort.
A dark aura seemed to emanate from him, his mood heavy with something the liquor couldn't touch.
David raised his hand, signaling for another drink.
Glass after glass disappeared, and gradually, a hazy quality crept into his eyes.
Just then, a woman stormed toward him, her steps quick and purposeful, cutting straight through the crowd to reach his table.
"David, is drowning your sorrows in a bar really all you're good for?"
Violet stood before him, her lips pressed into a tight line, fury radiating from every inch of her frame. Her eyes blazed with an anger that could have set the entire establishment on fire.
Her delicate features were twisted with rage, her voice thick with pain and fury.
David glanced up at her, irritation flickering across his face. He didn't respond, simply reached for his glass and emptied it once more.
Seeing that David had no intention of acknowledging her, Violet's anger flared even hotter. She stepped closer, nearly pressing into his personal space.
"David, you will not suspend our engagement!" she said through gritted teeth.
David remained silent for a moment, then looked up at her with cold indifference. "I told you—you hand over all the information you're holding, no conditions, or the engagement is off."
Violet glared at him, fury and heartbreak warring in her chest. She knew the man before her wouldn't give her what she wanted.
In his eyes, she was nothing more than an untrustworthy business partner. The moment she became useless, she'd be discarded.
But the information Violet possessed was her lifeline. Once she revealed everything to David, once he found another way to save Yvette, her insurance policy would be worthless. Without leverage, she'd be crushed underfoot.
She couldn't give up. She had to find a way to protect herself.
Violet glanced around. Despite the noise, the place was packed—hardly suitable for a private conversation.
She took a deep breath. "Let's get a private room. We need to talk properly."
David gave her a dismissive look and let out a cold laugh. "If you're not willing to play by my rules, then I don't see what we have to discuss."
"Oh, but we do." Violet's voice had grown calmer, though ice still edged her words. "What if I told you I have the power to destroy your plans? Would you be willing to have that conversation?"
David's hand froze halfway to his glass, his brow furrowing as he fixed her with a dangerous look. Violet met his gaze without flinching.
They stared at each other for several tense seconds, the air between them crackling with unspoken threats.
Finally, David slammed his glass down on the table with a heavy thud. He rose slowly from his seat and addressed the nearby server. "Get me a private room."
"Of course, Mr. Valdemar."
In the private room, all the flashing lights had been turned off, leaving only a single dim lamp to illuminate the space.
David and Violet sat across from each other, tension thick in the air.
David's eyes were deep and penetrating, as if they could strip away every one of Violet's carefully constructed facades.
Violet, meanwhile, had shed her earlier explosive anger and appeared much more composed.
Her gaze held a cold gleam, silently challenging David's authority.
Remembering her earlier threat, David's aura turned glacial as he spoke first.
"How exactly do you plan to destroy my plans?" David's voice was low and magnetic, yet carried an unmistakable authority. "Violet, what the hell are you really after?"
His words were direct and cutting, and though phrased as questions, they seemed to suggest he'd already seen through her intentions.
Violet smiled softly, a stark contrast to her earlier urgency. She appeared in no rush to answer.
Instead, she lifted her glass and took a delicate sip before speaking slowly, "Surely you know what I want. I want to marry you, become Mrs. Valdemar, and help you take complete control of the Valdemar Group."
Her tone was casual, yet carried an underlying certainty.
David let out a cold laugh, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I brought you into this game to irritate Albert. If you're not going to be useful, then you're worthless to me."
"Who says I'm not useful?" Violet raised an eyebrow. "Isn't marrying me exactly what you need to get your hands on the Valdemar Group faster?"
David pressed his lips together. "I already told you—if you won't cooperate, I'll just wait it out. Wait until Yvette dies, until Albert breaks, and then everything will be mine anyway."
Violet blinked slowly. "Yes, you could wait for all that to happen. But that's assuming I don't interfere with your plans. Otherwise, Yvette won't die at all. And then you'll never get what you're after, will you?"
David's brow furrowed, his voice carrying a warning edge. "Violet, while I'm still willing to have a civil conversation, stop talking in riddles. Say what you mean."
Violet laughed softly. "Fine, I'll be direct. David, I have the medicine that can cure Yvette. And I'm the only one who has it. As long as I don't give it up, no one else can get their hands on it."
David's pupils contracted sharply, disbelief flashing across his features. "Medicine?"
"That's right." Violet's tone remained casual. "You've always wondered why the Hayes family takes orders from me, why they feed me information, haven't you? It's because Clifford has the same condition as Yvette. The Hayes family needs my medicine to keep Clifford alive."
Understanding dawned on David's face. His jaw tightened, his fists clenching. "Violet, you've been hiding this from me all along."
"Of course I have. If I hadn't kept secrets, how would I have learned about all your schemes? I need to protect myself, so naturally I had to be careful." Violet leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed on David. "So, David, you will not suspend our engagement."
She spoke each word deliberately. "I'm going to marry into the Valdemar family. If I can't marry you, then I'll use my medicine to make money from Albert instead. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to pay top dollar for something that could save Yvette's life."
"If my medicine saves Yvette, what do you think Albert's reaction will be?" Violet looked David up and down appraisingly. "As for you—once Yvette is saved, Albert's only weakness disappears. Do you really think you'll still be able to stand against him then?"
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