Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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“So, she’s not budging, eh?” Frederik smirked when he heard his assistant’s updates. He had seen Izzy earlier during breakfast, but the woman ignored him–again. Had she not realized that someone in Macau was trying to suppress her? A foreigner?

Or was she expecting someone else to help her out?

“Sir, if you don’t mind me asking.” his assistant said in a lowered voice. “What are our next steps? We have already intervened, but—but we cannot do anything beyond this, or it would become too obvious that someone else is trying to sabotage Miss Rossi’s project.”

Frederik leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping idly against the edge of the table as he absorbed his assistant’s words. Izzy still wasn’t budging.

He wasn’t surprised.

From the brief interactions they’d had, Isabella Rossi didn’t seem like the type to ask for help–not unless she absolutely had

1. to.

And yet, someone in Macau was actively trying to suppress her. A foreigner interfering in her project should have raised alarm bells by now.

So why wasn’t she doing anything?

Frederik exhaled sharply, stretching his legs out. “What about Horvath?”

His assistant hesitated before answering. “Still in London, sir.”

Frederik’s fingers drummed against the table.

That confirmed his suspicion.

If Liam Horvath and Isabella were together–really together–Liam wouldn’t have let her handle this mess alone. He would have already pulled strings, made calls, and maybe even flown to Macau himself.

But he hadn’t.

Which meant there was distance between them.

Interesting.

Frederik leaned forward, lacing his fingers together. “Push a little more.”

“How

for her. Increase material delays, and

“We can tighten the pressure on logistics. The backup supplier she sourced from Malaysia? We can slow down their customs approval. And the subcontractors–some of them are already second–guessing their contracts. If they receive another offer‘ from a competitor, they might

Frederik smirked. “Perfect.”

his glass of whiskey, swirling the amber liquid slowly. “If she won’t ask for help,

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bowed slightly before exiting

took a slow sip of his drink, savoring the burn as it slid

I want…” he muttered to himself, a smirk playing on his lips. “I

wasn’t much different from the

mahogany desk, fingers pressed against his temples as the weight of the situation bore down on him. His office, usually a place of

his hands clasped together as their attorney, Anthony Langford flipped through a thick folder

of them. “The FBI has officially launched an

desk. “And how credible

exhaled sharply. “It’s airtight.” He flipped a page. “The transactions were traced through shell companies linked to the foundation. Internal emails were leaked, showing direct approval of fund mismanagement. Then there are

“I never touched any offshore accounts.”

his gaze. “But your

Silence.

“What exactly are they accusing

Cecil Weiss. She’s the one named in the primary reports. However, given that she acted as a representative of the foundation and that Weiss Inc. had ties to some of these transactions, there is a chance they will expand the investigation to you

slowly. “And

against one of the documents. “This wasn’t an impulsive whistleblower. Whoever did this has been watching the Weiss family for years. They

Renard’s expression hardened.

should

frowned, his fingers gripping the edge of his chair. “An enemy of the family.”

Anthony nodded. “Precisely.”

silence settled in the office.

weren’t many who could pull something like this off. It wasn’t just about having evidence–it was about knowing when to use

to strike.

could say anything, the head of Weiss Inc.’s legal department entered the room, a stack of documents

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