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.”

assistant’s posture straightened. “How

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

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 reconsider.”

Frederik smirked. “Perfect.”

of whiskey, swirling the amber liquid slowly. “If she won’t

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before exiting

savoring the burn as it

want…” he muttered to himself, a

in San Francisco wasn’t much different from the one Izzy was currently facing.

his massive mahogany desk, fingers pressed against his temples as the weight of the situation bore

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

officially launched an investigation into the Weiss Foundation. The evidence presented is

drummed against the desk. “And how credible

“The transactions were traced through shell companies linked to the foundation.

him off. “I never touched any offshore accounts.”

“But

Silence.

“What exactly are

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

exhaled slowly. “And the source?”

an impulsive whistleblower. Whoever did this has been watching the Weiss family for years. They didn’t just leak one or two transactions

Renard’s expression hardened.

records and financial dealings no outsider should have. Either someone from within turned against you, or this was planned

of his chair.

Anthony nodded. “Precisely.”

silence settled in

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 had been

to strike.

Inc.’s legal department entered the room, a stack of

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