Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 131

Chapter 131

“I already told you, that Mrs. Weiss is currently busy with guests If you want to see her, you can

“Did you tell her it’s Monica?” Monica asked the front desk employee working for Cecil’s foundation. Monica had been waiting for her all day and had finally heard that Cecil had arrived. “I just wanted to talk. Please…”

“Is this a place where you can just be

if you want something?” wornan asked, her voice sharp as she glared at Monica. “Mrs. Weiss doesn’t recognize you, so instead of shamelessly standing there, leave, or else I will call security to escort you out!”

“But-”

“Monica, let’s go…” Amalia said. She held her daughter’s arm and gestured for her to leave.

“But, Mom, Cecil-”

“Let’s talk outside…”

Monica and Amalia stepped out of the building, the cold air hitting them as the heavy doors shut behind them. Monica barely made it a few steps before her legs felt weak. Her breaths were uneven as frustration and despair clawed at her chest.

“She convinced me,” Monica choked out, her hands curling into fists. “She promised me everything was taken care of. The cameras, the staff–everything! She told me I wouldn’t have to worry about anything!”

Amalia exhaled, rubbing her temples. “I know.” She glanced back at the towering building behind them. “But we can’t force her to see us. She’s done with you.”

Monica’s stomach twisted. The betrayal stung worse than she thought it would. Cecil had assured her, over and over again, that she had nothing to worry about. That everything would go smoothly. That Izzy would be ruined, and Monica would come out victorious.

And yet, here she was. Standing outside like a beggar.

Amalia glanced at her daughter. “Unless of course… we use the media again.”

Monica’s hands clenched tighter.

Izzy hadn’t posted the proof yet.

That meant they still had a window of opportunity. If they moved fast enough, if they framed this the right way, they could turn this around.

Cecil was a socialite. A woman obsessed with her public image. If they dragged her into a scandal, she wouldn’t be able to ignore them. She would be forced to clean up the mess–even if it meant helping Monica.

But there was a problem.

Monica exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I have nothing on her.”

do you

woman could easily say that it was something that she’d given Monica for

that video?

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this game far longer than they had. She had protected herself

Monica felt sick.

to rest. You just

wanted to argue, but she knew her mother was right. She was exhausted–emotionally, mentally, physically. And right now,

lump in her

the building, the two of them turned and

Cecil was

expression unreadable as she watched Monica.

longer useful to her.

window.

in her glass, watching as Monica and Amalia disappeared from sight. Soon enough, her

the assistant said.

setting her glass down. “Have you heard anything from

before responding. “Last we checked, he boarded a flight to New York.

had always. been a sensitive topic for him. But he was a man in his late twenties,

however, was irreplaceable.

round, but Cecil had played this game far longer. There were

reached out to a few of our people

eyes flicked to

to track down Young Master Calen.” The assistant paused. “He

sharpened.

nodded. “Yes. From the Johnson

in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. Now

Pamella Johnson.

what he was doing in New

Cecil’s lips. Maybe her son

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it to the media.”

“P–Pardon me?”

you hear?” Cecil snapped. “I need you to release this news to the media. Make some- I don’t know- make some vague headlines about the heir of Weiss Inc. and the heir of

The secretary nodded and

swirled her wine glass. It seemed that fate was

moment they arrived at the

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