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

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 that I

handed him earlier. He looked at the contents, and almost immediately, his expression changed. “These are

out a breath of

Liam’s eyes

over the folder’s contents, his fingers flipping through the pages. 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.

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

eyes narrowed, lingering on that last document. His fingers drummed idly against the edge of the folder, a faint glint

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 about Mr. Vasili, including bribes, favors called in, and other illegal things.

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

agenda forward. To prose, once and for all, that her father had been

do you want in return?” he asked, eyes never leaving the damning evidence spread before him.

be the CEO of Covington Holdings. I also want to be the official representative of all future dealings with Horvath

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

folding neatly in her lap. “My mother was the original CEO of Covington Holdings,” she said, eyes

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