Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 132

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“Miss, Miss Monica, and her mother have been calling your office phone and causing trouble downstairs,” Anna reported while Izzy was finishing her lunch. “They’ve been here all morning.”

Izzy scrolled through her phone, casually stabbing the last piece of her lunch with her fork. Monica and Amalia had been making a scene downstairs all morning, but she couldn’t be bothered to care.

“Then call the police,” she said, her eyes still on her phone. She had no time for these two people. Last night, the company that moved the things inside the house, informed her that it’s been done. Amalia tried to create trouble and called the police, but what can they do? Izzy was simply taking the furniture away! After all, they belonged to her.

Anna nodded, already typing out the necessary instructions.

Meanwhile, Izzy opened her messages, her attention shifting to Liam. He had texted her earlier about a meeting in London, mentioning that he was drinking wine with a friend of his.

Izzy: What wine?

A moment later, her phone vibrated with a reply.

Liam: Château Pétrus 2000. Smooth, deep, overpriced, and definitely better with company.

Izzy smirked.

Izzy: So, you’re getting sentimental after a glass?

Liam: Hardly. But I do wish you were here.

Izzy paused, her fingers hovering over the screen.

For a brief second, the idea crossed her mind–an overnight flight to London, showing up at his hotel unannounced, surprising him with a glass of his overpriced wine in hand.

The thought made her cheeks warm. She rolled her eyes at herself. Absurd. What the heck was she thinking in the middle of the day?

Izzy snorted and typed a response.

Izzy:

come back as soon as you can so you can drink a wine with me.

cleared her throat. “Miss,

her phone onto

a tablet. “This just came out.”

the screen. A gossip magazine headline

HEIR OF WEISS INC. AND THE SOCIALITE OF

beside him in a high–end restaurant, and another

an

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as she took in the headline and the pictures on the tablet. Calen

since Macau, and Cecil was clearly using this

help but wonder if Cecil was planning to use this to win the board’s approval.

they announced it,” Izzy said, setting the tablet aside. Well, this has nothing

pushing her lunch tray away. “Let’s continue with the

with Izzy focusing on meetings

for the company’s dinner event. It was a formal

and associates, each mingling over expensive

to let her guard down. Cecil was somewhere in the room, and where Cecil went, trouble followed.

It was CEO Weiss, and he gestured for her to come over. “Miss Rossi, there you are. Come, I’d like to introduce you to some of our key

him to a circle of well–dressed men

CEO Weiss smiled, placing a hand on Izzy’s shoulder. “Miss Rossi has been instrumental in our latest ventures.”

man with silver hair and a sharp suit, extended a hand. “David Owens, of Owens Holdings. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Rossi. I’ve heard good things.”

hand, her grip firm. “Thank you, Mr. Owens. The pleasure is mine.”

of your Macau project. Impressive work, considering the challenges you

did face some hurdles, but I believe in finding solutions rather than focusing on obstacles.”

lightly, clearly impressed by her

skills will continue to bring success to our company.”

shifted to business trends and market forecasts, Izzy stayed composed, offering insights when necessary. She kept an eye on Cecil, who was making rounds through the room, her smile as

met Izzy’s from across the room, a glimmer of cold amusement in her eyes. Izzy didn’t look away. Instead, she lifted her glass slightly as if she was giving her