Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 147

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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.”

straightened. “How

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

nodded. “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

Frederik smirked. “Perfect.”

swirling the amber liquid slowly. “If she won’t ask for help, we’ll make her desperate enough to need

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bowed slightly before

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

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

wasn’t much different from the one Izzy

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

as their attorney, Anthony Langford flipped through a thick

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

desk. “And how credible is this so–called evidence?”

through shell companies linked to the foundation. Internal emails were leaked, showing direct approval of

off. “I never touched any offshore

his gaze. “But your wife did.”

Silence.

expression darkening. “What exactly are they accusing us

next 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 to some of these transactions, there is a chance they

exhaled slowly. “And the source?”

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

Renard’s expression hardened.

records and financial dealings no outsider should have. Either someone from within turned against you, or this was planned by someone with deep resources and patience.”

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

Anthony nodded. “Precisely.”

silence settled in the office.

the window, his mind racing. There weren’t many who could pull something like this off. It wasn’t just about having evidence–it was about knowing when to use it. Whoever did this

to strike.

the head of Weiss Inc.’s legal department entered the room, a stack of documents in hand.

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