Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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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:

as soon as you can so

her preoccupied, Anna cleared her

lifted her head, slipping her phone onto the

tablet. “This just came

took it and scanned the screen. A gossip magazine headline flashed in bold

WEISS INC. AND THE SOCIALITE OF THE JOHNSON FAMILY SPOTTED

multiple photos–Calen exiting a luxury car, Pamela Johnson laughing beside him in a high–end restaurant, and another of them walking into a private club.

arched an

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the headline and the

since Macau, and Cecil was clearly using this as a distraction from everything else.

help but wonder if Cecil was planning to use this to

for some time now. It’s about time they announced it,” Izzy said, setting the tablet aside. Well, this has nothing to

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

falling into step beside her. The rest of the afternoon passed smoothly, with Izzy focusing on meetings and signing documents. She buried herself in work, letting the

her all–black pantsuit and prepared for the company’s dinner event. It was a formal occasion, one that was

Izzy entered the grand hall, she took a brief moment to scan the room. It was filled with businessmen and associates, each mingling over expensive drinks and hors d’oeuvres. A

a small sense of relief. But she knew better than to let her guard down. Cecil was somewhere

man in a tailored suit approached her. 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

development.” CEO Weiss smiled, placing a hand

the businessmen, an older man with silver hair and a sharp suit, extended a hand. “David Owens, of Owens Holdings. A pleasure

firm. “Thank you, Mr. Owens.

man chimed in. “I heard about the success of your Macau project. Impressive work, considering the

believe in finding solutions rather

lightly, clearly impressed

in slightly. “I’m sure Miss Rossi’s skills will continue to bring success to

the conversation shifted to business trends and market forecasts, Izzy stayed composed, offering insights when necessary. She kept an eye on Cecil, who was

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 a silent acknowledgment of