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.”

posture straightened. “How much more, sir?”

make it unbearable for her. Increase material delays, and escalate permit issues–subtly. We

sourced from Malaysia? We can slow down their customs

Frederik smirked. “Perfect.”

glass of whiskey, swirling the amber liquid slowly. “If she won’t ask for help, we’ll make her desperate

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bowed slightly before exiting the room.

slow sip of his drink, savoring the burn as

want…” he muttered to himself, a smirk

San Francisco wasn’t much different from the

of the situation bore down on him. His office, usually a place of calculated decisions and

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

of them. “The FBI has officially launched an investigation into the Weiss Foundation. The evidence presented is extensive–money laundering, tax fraud, misappropriation of

“And how credible is this

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.

cut him off. “I never touched any offshore

“But your wife

Silence.

forward, his expression darkening. “What

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,

slowly. “And the source?”

did this has been watching the Weiss family for years. They didn’t just leak one or two transactions -they presented a

Renard’s expression hardened.

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.”

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

Anthony nodded. “Precisely.”

silence settled in

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

to strike.

Inc.’s legal department entered the

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