Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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

“Cecil never sent anything incriminating. She always called. She never put anything in writing.” In fact, the only thing that she has now was the money that Cecil had given her. Sadly, the woman could easily say that it was something that she’d given Monica for what happened with her child. That check, coupled with

that video?

Wed, Feb

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on her. Cecil had played this game far longer than they had.

Monica felt sick.

You just lost your child. You

her mother was right. She was exhausted–emotionally, mentally, physically. And right now, she had nothing.

lump in her

the building, the two of them

that Cecil was watching

her wine, her expression

longer useful

window.

Cecil Weiss could be. Cecil swirled the wine in her glass, watching as Monica and Amalia disappeared from sight. Soon enough, her assistant stepped inside the office, stopping a

the assistant

nodded, setting her glass down. “Have you heard

responding. “Last we checked, he boarded a flight to New York. However, he hasn’t answered any of your

was upset. The shares had always. been a sensitive topic for him. But he was a man in his late twenties, not a child. What was the point

however, was

Izzy won this round, but Cecil had played

“We reached out to a few of

to her. “And?”

were able to track down Young Master Calen.” The assistant

gaze sharpened. “Johnson?”

assistant nodded. “Yes. From

back in her chair, crossing one leg over

Pamella Johnson.

what he was

Cecil’s lips. Maybe her son wasn’t

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the media.” Cecil said.

“P–Pardon me?”

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 fohnson family. Include photos–the more, the

The secretary nodded and promptly left the room

said as she swirled her wine glass. It seemed that fate was helping

and Amalia froze the moment they arrived at the house.