Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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Frederik Vasili leaned back in his leather chair, fingers tapping idly against the surface of his desk. A set of detailed blueprints lay open before him, the crisp lines mapping out the structure of Isabella Rossi’s Macau Project. Beside them were financial projections, supplier contracts, and government approvals–all neatly stacked, analyzed, and marked with his

own notes.

His gaze drifted across the page. It was a good project. A damn impressive one, even. He had to give Isabella credit–most people in her position would have struggled to put together something of this scale, especially under Weiss Inc. Yet, she had done it effortlessly.

But even the best projects had weaknesses.

Across the desk, Adrian Wolfe adjusted his tie before setting down his glass of scotch. “You’ve been staring at those papers for an hour,” he said, flipping through a contract Frederik had casually tossed his way earlier. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were actually interested in business development now.”

Frederik smirked, rolling his pen between his fingers. “Oh, I am. Just not in the way you’re thinking.”

Adrian sighed and leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk. “I already know where this is going,” he said, pointing at Frederik with the rim of his glass. “Whatever you’re planning–it’s illegal.”

Frederik chuckled, closing the blueprints with a flick of his wrist. “You say that like it matters.”

“It does matter,” Adrian shot back. “If you’re thinking of messing with her project, let me remind you–Macau’s business regulations aren’t as loose as you think. Weiss Inc. has government ties and Isabella? She’s not some nobody you can just push aside.”

Frederik rested his chin on his palm. “You make it sound like I’m trying to destroy her.”

“Aren’t you?”

Frederik tilted his head, his smirk widening. “No. I’m just making sure she needs me.”

Adrian narrowed his eyes. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

his hands together. “If I don’t create an enemy for her, how else am I

is just… a game. And like a game, the man is planning to create an enemy just to save a damsel in distress. What a lunatic,

shrugged. “It’s

ask a woman out if they’re interested. They don’t launch full–scale

the fun in that?” And he did tried asking. Isabella declined. So, he was left with no choice.

tossed the contract back onto the desk. “Fine. Since I know you’re going

propping his feet up on the desk. “Haven’t decided yet. But there are plenty of options. The

picked up one of the documents and skimmed through the supplier list. “The construction relies on multiple international suppliers. A

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is strict with labor policies–what if someone were to file a few well–timed complaints?”

head. “You’re talking about supply chain interference and labor law

about making things

If she

drummed against the desk. “She won’t. At least not before she

me.”

the documents. “What about

but there’s nothing to 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 be traced, a financial trail leading back to her, anything. But this?” He

slightly. “So, whoever did it planned this

reports–it was all too precise, too well–timed.” He tapped a finger against his knee. “Whoever exposed Cecil

leaned 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

said. “Which means 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

as he

was a lot of things–cunning, ruthless, manipulative. But she had never been sloppy. If someone had been digging into her past for years, waiting for the right moment