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

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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

tilting his head. “Just enough to make it unbearable for her. Increase material delays, and escalate permit issues–subtly. We don’t want them tracing

on logistics. The backup supplier she sourced from Malaysia? We can slow down their customs approval.

Frederik smirked. “Perfect.”

amber liquid slowly. “If she won’t ask for help, we’ll make

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assistant bowed slightly before exiting

slow sip of his drink, savoring the burn as it

want…” he muttered to himself, a smirk playing on

much different from the one

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

from him, Calen sat stiffly, his hands clasped together as their attorney, Anthony Langford flipped through a thick

has officially launched an investigation into the Weiss Foundation. The evidence presented is extensive–money laundering, tax

fingers drummed against the desk. “And how credible is this

to the foundation. Internal

never touched any

“But your wife did.”

Silence.

darkening. “What exactly are they accusing us

set of documents. “On the surface, the charges are directed at 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

slowly. “And the source?”

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

Renard’s expression hardened.

wasn’t someone who stumbled upon information,” Anthony continued. “They had access to records and financial dealings no outsider should have. Either someone from within turned against you, or this was planned by

edge of his chair. “An enemy of the family.”

Anthony nodded. “Precisely.”

settled

this off. It wasn’t just

to strike.

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

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