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.

a step closer. “It’s not just that, Calen. She left me hanging last night. I had

was it?” he asked, already reaching for

thousand,” she replied, eyes wide as if hoping he’d

shook his head, exhaling as he pulled up his banking app. Fine.

over, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. “Thank you, Babe. I knew you’d understand. I’ll get the boardroom ready for your meeting

“I might not-

she

needed to finish

against the table. If he could get the Macau project then perhaps, his father would finally decide to step back from the company and finally promote him as the CEO. Just the thought of it made him giddy.

door interrupted him. “Come in,” Calen

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Chapter 17

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

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

briefly moving overs desk before settling on him. “Do you need something before the meeting?” she asked, her expression composed

boundaries at work. She kept things strictly business, which was something he respected. He paused for a moment,

Their third anniversary!

had completely forgotten to get her something. He thought be had added it to his calendar. Did Monica remove it or something? He gritted his teeth in