Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 162

“So, Vasili Family,” Liam snorted. “May I know what’s the use of telling me this?” he asked,

Felicity Covington smiled, “Mr. Horvath, please don’t get me wrong. I did not come here to cause any chaos between you and Miss Rossi. I came here to help”

“I don’t remember asking for one, Miss Covington, I do not need one.”

Felicity narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying that you knew all about Frederik all this time?”

Liam did not give her an answer. Instead, he leaned back and smirked.

“That is not possible,” Felicity said, shaking her head. “If you had known about Frederik Vasili’s intervention in the Macau project, then why did you let Miss Rossi handle it on her own?” Was it possible that she had gotten it wrong? Was it possible that Liam and Isabella Rossi had no relationship after all?

No. Felicity couldn’t accept that. Her ability to research and find out someone’s weakness had never been wrong before. From the things that she’d gathered, Miss Rossi should be very important to Liam Horvath. While she wasn’t so certain about the exact label of their relationship, she was confident that the two were more than friends. Lovers, more likely. Or perhaps, even husband and wife,

She was never wrong before. And she was confident that she was not wrong now.

Seeing her reaction, Liam simply shrugged, “While I do not know what Miss Covington is thinking, I can assure you of one thing. You are not needed,”

“What?”

do not need you to

Horvath shook her confidence. “Mr. Horvath, I do not want to cause any misunderstanding, I did not come here just to ask for a favor. I came

his lips. He stared at her before he reached out and opened the folder that she had handed him earlier. He

breath of relief. She nodded.

Liam’s eyes

and locations marked in sharp black ink. Images of Frederik Vasili, leaning close to Macau officials in dimly lit restaurants, crisp handshakes exchanged over briefcases, offshore accounts linked to shell companies, names and numbers meticulously cataloged. Invoices for suspicious transactions, signatures

photo showed Frederik’s right–hand man passing an envelope to a stern–looking middle–aged man outside a casino, time–stamped two months ago. The final page bore a copy of a

document. His fingers drummed idly against the edge of the folder, a

she couldn’t help but feel a spark of vindication. This was just after a few days of investigation. She was able to find out a lot of things

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bury Frederik Vasili, nothing would

push her own agenda forward. To prose, once and for all, that her father

return?” he asked, eyes never leaving the damning evidence spread before

said smoothly. “I want to be the CEO of Covington Holdings. I also want to be the official representative of all future dealings with Horvath Industries. In

this,” he

pressed into a thin line. She sucked in a quiet breath, hands folding neatly in her lap. “My mother was the original CEO of Covington Holdings,” she said, eyes glinting with something cold and unyielding, “My father took that from her. I only intend to take back what should have

for a beat, eyes narrowing slightly, but said nothing.