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?”

not need you to intervene in any of my-”

want to cause any misunderstanding, I did not come here just to ask for a favor. I came here because I sincerely want to cooperate with you. I just wanted to show you

had handed him earlier. He looked at the contents, and almost immediately, his expression changed. “These are things that could cause problems

let out a breath of relief. She

Liam’s eyes

Vasili, leaning close to Macau officials in dimly lit restaurants, crisp

Macau project. A surveillance 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 police report–one that had somehow never seen the light of day–alleging coercion and threats

fingers drummed idly against the edge of the

feel a spark of vindication. This was just after a few days of investigation. She was able to find out a lot of things about Mr.

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wasn’t enough to bury Frederik Vasili, nothing would be.

own agenda forward. To prose,

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

smoothly. “I want to be the CEO of Covington Holdings. I also want to be the official representative of

a faintly amused expression. “All this,” he muttered, fingers tapping the

mother was the original CEO of Covington Holdings,” she said, eyes glinting with something cold

a beat, eyes narrowing slightly, but said