Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Izzy pushed open the door to her office, only to stop short at the sight that greeted her. Calen stood by the window, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the city skyline outside. The sunlight streaming in cast shadows across his face, accentuating the tension in his posture. The air in the room was thick, almost suffocating. Did he already hear about what she jud did?

Sensing her presense, Calen’s eyes flicked over his shoulder. “You’re late,” he said flatly, the words cutting through the silence. “I’ve been calling you but you- you couldn’t even answer my calls. What if it’s an emergency? What if your presence is needed?”

Izzy arched a brow, ignoring the accusation as she turned to Anna instead. “Didn’t I tell you not to let anyone into my office while I’m gone?” she asked, her tone even.

Anna bit her lip, glancing between them. “I apologize, Miss Rossi, but Mr. Weiss-”

“I am your direct head, Izzy,” Calen cut in smoothly, turning fully to face her. His suit was immaculate as always, not a crease out of place. “I have the right to stay in your office whenever I want.”

Izzy snorted softly, unimpressed. Without sparing him another glance, she stepped forward, placed her bag on the table, and began organizing the scattered files with a calm, practiced efficiency. Since Calen had already claimed her seat behind the desk, she didn’t bother trying to sit. “Why are you here? If you need anything, we can always communicate through emails.”

Calen’s eyes narrowed further, irritation flickering briefly across his face. His fingers drummed once against his arm. He let the silence stretch for a moment longer before speaking.

“You already know why I’m here,” he said, his voice tight. “I need you to debrief all the staff working on the Macau project.”

Izzy didn’t pause in flipping through the stack of papers. “That’s your job,” she replied coolly.

Calen’s jaw clenched. “You were managing them before,” he snapped. “They’ll listen to you. So, you’ll say whatever I tell you to say.”

Izzy’s lips twitched faintly with amusement, but she didn’t look up. “That’s not in my contract,” she said lightly, sliding a folder into place.

darkening. “I get it,” he muttered. “You’re angry that my father took the project away from you. But do you really have to be

what my contract states is professional,” she countered without batting an eyelid. “If you have other concerns, feel free to take it up

eyes flashing with barely restrained anger. “Are you serious right now?” he demanded, his voice rising slightly. “What do you think you’re doing, huh? Being

no longer my concern,” she said simply, brushing

a knock sounded at the door, cutting through the

Rossi,” the secretary said hesitantly, eyes darting nervously between them. “CEO Weiss would like to see

with something cold and amused. “Of course,” she said, her tone light. Without sparing Calen a second glance, she grabbed her bag, slinging it over her

past him, heels clicking against the polished floor, posture relaxed and unbothered.

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Chapter 153

Calen alone in the office, fists clenched and eyes

his breath, a scowl twisting

cast harsh lines across his face,

stared at the single sheet of paper–a resignation letter, crisp

immediately flicked up, narrowing slightly. “Come in,” he bit

the threshold before making her way forward She

the meaning of this?” he demanded, the paper crinkling slightly in his

eyes dropped to the resignation letter, then back to Renard’s face without a flicker of hesitation. “Exactly what it say

ground out.

decided to finally leave this

the paper. “This is about Calen taking over the Macau Project, isn’t

arched a brow, unimpressed. “Calen is the Vice President of this company,” she pointed our “He doesn’t need my

using the word now? Was it to separate herself from the Weiss Company? He drew in a slow breath, visibly reining in his temper. “Calen still needs you,” he said sharply. “You’ve been handling the Macau Project for months–he can’t just take without

familiar with everything. I am certain that he would do well even

is because I made Calen the lead,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. His gaze snapped back to Izzy, eyes hard. “I knew you’d be hurt by the decision, but I did it for the company. You need to understand that.”