Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 17

Calen leaned back in his chair, phone pressed to his car. The sleek glass desk in front of him reflected the faint glow from the recessed lighting, casting a warm yet formidable ambiance. Yes, I understand. The Macau project needs additional support from the local government. Til handle it from this end, we’ll have the proposal restructured by the end of the week.” He paused, his gaze moving to a plaque on the wall that read Glen Weiss, President of the Strategic Department, Vice President of Weiss Inc.

He flipped through a set of documents neatly organized on his desk, his brow furrowing. “No, push for more concessions. We need this project to be profitable from day one,” he added firmly, the words resonating against the polished oak–paneled

walls.

A knock at the door interrupted him, and he looked up to see Monica stepping in, her gaze darting over the well–placed awards on his shelf as if they were a part of his persona she still couldn’t fully grasp. He gestured for her to wait, but she closed the door and crossed her arms, her irritation etched clearly on her face.

Calen tightened his grip on the phone. The view of the city skyline behind him reminded him of the world outside this office–a world that demanded his attention, not petty complaints. It immediately reminded him of how he absolutely hated Monica’s petty complaints.

“I’ll have to call you back. I have a meeting in like five minutes to talk about this with the team,” he said, ending the call and lowering the phone. “What’s going on, Monica?”

She stepped closer, her irritation clear. “Izzy’s bullying me again she declared, pouting.

Calen sighed, glancing at the clock mounted above the framed map of Macau on the wall. “I have a meeting in ten minutes, Monica. This isn’t the time.”

Monica’s expression hardened. “With Izzy and her team, right? just don’t understand why you always have to meet with her,” she muttered, a hint of jealousy breaking the usual compostire she wore in his presence.

“Are

you serious?” Calen replied, barely containing his frustration.

before taking a step closer. “It’s not just that, Calen. She left me hanging last night. I had to pay for the entire dinner. Out of

he asked, already reaching for

eyes wide as if hoping he’d

pulled up his banking

boardroom ready for your meeting she added, glancing once more at the plaque on the wall before leaving, satisfied. “Oh..” she stopped midway. “Should I cook your

“I might not-

then,” Monica winked before she sauntered out of his

one of the projects that he needed to finish within this month. He

would finally decide to step back from the company and finally promote him as

door interrupted him. “Come in,”

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Chapter 17

entered his office She was dressed in her usual conservative black pantsuit, the kind that highlighted her straightforward professionalism. Her brown hair was

intelligence that he admired. Standing at about five foot six, Izzy had a simplicity to her beauty that felt genuine, unembellished. There was something about

gaze briefly moving overs desk before settling on him. “Do you need something before the meeting?” she

crossed boundaries at work. She kept

Their third anniversary!

be had added it to his calendar. Did Monica remove it or something? He gritted