Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Cecil whirled around and grabbed the porcelain figurine from her desk. The maid barely had time to move before it smashed against the doorframe, missing her by inches. The woman flinched, backing away.

“Get out!” Cecil snapped. She didn’t need their pity. She didn’t need their nervous glances or their useless attempts to calm her down.

Another maid stepped in, trying to collect the shattered glass from the floor, but Cecil swept an arm across her desk. knocking everything off. Documents, pens, her phone–everything hit the ground in a chaotic mess.

“I said get out!”

The maids scrambled toward the door, hurrying to escape before she could throw something else. The heavy wooden doors slammed shut behind them, leaving Cecil standing in the middle of the wreckage. Her hands trembled.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. No one was supposed to find those records.

toward the window. San Francisco stretched out

back around, her gaze locking onto her secretary, who had been

find out anything?” she

for now Madam we

the hell are you here, then? Find out

shifting away from the documents. “What about Calen and

link it directly to Isabella or her family. If she wanted to take revenge, there would’ve been some breadcrumbs–an anonymous tip that could

did

wasn’t something that was thrown together overnight. The leaks, the financial records, the corruption reports–it was all too precise, too well–timed.” He tapped

Weiss Inc. had an enemy

might have benefited from this fallout, she didn’t orchestrate it.” He paused. “And honestly? Even if she had the resources, she wouldn’t have done it this way. This was surgical, almost clinical. Not the work of