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 below her, but all she could see was

onto her secretary, who had been standing

find out

Madam we are waiting for-

the hell are you here, then? Find out who did this,”

against the desk, his gaze shifting away from the documents. “What about

into the Weiss Foundation scandal, but there’s nothing to link it directly to Isabella or her family. If she wanted

narrowed his eyes slightly. “So, whoever did it planned this for

reports–it was all too precise, too well–timed.” He tapped a finger against his knee. “Whoever exposed Cecil and the Weiss Foundation had been sitting on this information for years, waiting for the

back in his chair, considering that. “If that’s the case, then this wasn’t just about Isabella. Cecil and Weiss Inc. had an enemy long before she ever got involved.” So, it wasn’t

that while Isabella 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.