Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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Izzy lifted an eyebrow. “Jealous?” she repeated. “Why would I be jealous?”

Liam smirked, tilting his glass slightly as he studied her. “That’s what I’m wondering,” he said. “You went all out with dinner tonight. Wine, lobster–makes a man wonder if you’re trying to impress me or distract me.”

Izzy scoffed, taking a sip of her wine. “Maybe I just felt like eating well tonight.”

Liam hummed, setting his glass down. “Or maybe,” he mused, “you didn’t like hearing Felicity Covington’s name earlier.”

Izzy rolled her eyes. “I don’t even know the woman,” she muttered, reaching for another roll.

Liam leaned back, watching her carefully. “She wants to make a deal with me,” he said casually.

Izzy paused mid–bite, then set the roll down, dusting off her fingers. “A deal,” she echoed, looking at him expectantly. “Let me guess–it’s not a marriage proposal, is it?”

Liam stared at her, momentarily speechless. He blinked, then let out a low chuckle. “That was oddly specific,” he remarked, shaking his head. “No, not a marriage deal.”

Izzy waved a hand. “Good,” she muttered. “So what does she want?”

Liam took his time answering, watching as the amusement flickered in Izzy’s expression before something sharper settled in. “She wants to be the CEO of Covington Group,” he said finally. “After I acquire it.”

Izzy didn’t look particularly impressed. “And what does she want in exchange?” she asked, her voice a fraction sharper than before.

Liam smirked at her reaction, swirling his wine. “You tell me,” he said. “You’re the one who seems to have an idea of how these things work.”

Izzy narrowed her eyes slightly but didn’t answer. Instead, she reached for her glass again, taking a slow sip.

Liam exhaled softly, setting his drink aside. Without another word, he pushed himself up from his seat and disappeared into his office.

Izzy frowned, watching him go. “Now what?” she muttered under her breath.

A moment later, Liam returned, a folder in hand. He placed it in front of her, sliding it across the table. “You’ll want to see this,” he said.

Izzy eyed the folder, then reached for it, flipping it open. The moment her gaze landed on the contents, her expression shifted.

Frederik Vasili.

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the paper as her eyes scanned the details inside. Whatever she had been expecting -it wasn’t this.

at Liam, her grip firm on the folder. “What the hell is this?”

when I was still in London, but I didn’t see any

her, knew her current circumstances, and then tried

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simple. Isn’t she scared that they would trace this

reaction. “Only if they trace it back to her.”

that’s not my problem,” she said, leaning back in her

against his glass as he studied her. “That so?”

didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she looked at the folder again, her fingers drumming against its surface. Something wasn’t adding up.

gaze lifted to Liam. “Frederik isn’t targeting the project,”

surprised. If anything, he seemed like he

folder tightened. Her grandfather had always been

She

looking out at the San Francisco skyline. Was her grandfather wise or just paranoid?

broke the silence. “What’s

closing the folder. “I don’t know

you going to work for

answering. “I might.”

of her–a tablet. “As the largest shareholder, you have the right to know its ins and

structure of Rossi Group–its subsidiaries, key businesses, and leadership. She scrolled through, quickly taking in the details.

with holdings across multiple industries–a chain

Liam. “I already know

didn’t move. “Keep reading.”

device as she took in the long list of unresolved cases tied to Rossi Group.

she said, her gaze flicking over each entry.

“They bribed someone,”

Instead, he

tapped the screen. “These aren’t just minor violations. There are forced evictions, illegal land acquisitions, and-” her brows furrowed as she

“If that surprises you, you’re

head. “Why haven’t I heard about any of

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her attention back to him. “Because your grandfather didn’t want you to,” he said. “You were