A Painting of the Villainess as a Young Lady

Just when Violet thought everything had finally come to an end, Vaughn showed up to see her again.

Violet, having nothing left to discuss with him, refused the meeting, but Vaughn was persistent. He kept bringing up the matter of debt, and in the end, Violet had no choice but to see him.

Yet, there he was, sitting in silence, only drinking his tea, which was utterly infuriating.

Narrowing her eyes, Violet mentally ran through the possible things Vaughn might ask of her.

“The tea has a lovely aroma.”

“It’s a special import.”

“Haha, I suppose it must be expensive.”