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?”

to intervene in

don’t take this the wrong way. I did not come here to cause trouble. I only want cooperation!” Felicity interrupted Liam. Something about Liam 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 here because I sincerely want to cooperate with you. I

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

a breath of relief. She nodded.

Liam’s eyes

Each photograph was neatly labeled, with timestamps 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 that matched too perfectly, and a series of emails that left little room for

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 made against

eyes narrowed, lingering on that last document. His fingers drummed idly against the edge of the folder, a faint glint of something dark and calculating passing through

just after a few days of investigation. She was able to find out a lot of things about Mr. Vasili, including bribes, favors called in, and other illegal things. Everything

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Chapter 162

wasn’t enough to bury Frederik

Industries, to push her own agenda forward. To prose, once and for all, that her father had been wrong about her.

he asked, eyes never leaving

of Covington Holdings. I also want to be the official representative of all future dealings with Horvath Industries. In short,

he muttered, fingers tapping the folder lightly

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 been mine to begin

eyes narrowing slightly, but