Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 166

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“Sir, Mr. Horvath is already on his way. It seems that it might take a few more minutes before he arrives. Would you like some tea or coffee, perhaps?” Mondo said as he gave Renard Weiss a shallow bow.

“No, thanks. I will just wait for Mr. Horvath.”

Renard Weiss sat stiffly in the boardroom, his fingers curled into fists against the polished table. His jaw tightened as he glanced at the clock. It had been over an hour. An hour.

And yet, there was still no sign of Liam Horvath.

His patience wore thinner with each passing minute. He hadn’t even been granted an appointment–he had forced his way in the moment he heard the rumors. The Macau officials were seriously considering removing Weiss Inc. from the project.

And at the center of it all?

Liam.

Renard had seen the reports. The investigation had weakened their position, and if Horvath Industries made a strong enough push, Weiss Inc. would be gone.

Mondo, standing near the door, looked entirely at ease. The man had been polite and professional–but there was an air of quiet amusement about him as if Liam’s delay was deliberate.

Renard’s fingers curled tighter against the armrest of his chair.

Mondo offered him a polite smile before stepping away. “If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Weiss,” he said, bowing slightly before exiting the boardroom.

Renard barely spared him a glance. Instead, he turned to his own secretary, who had been shifting uneasily by the door. The man cleared his throat. “Sir, Vice President Weiss has been calling since this morning-”

Renard gritted his teeth. “Ignore him.”

The secretary hesitated. “But, sir-”

“I said don’t answer him,” Renard cut in sharply.

Calen was useless. A pathetic excuse for a vice president who had already let the company fall into chaos. There was no point in listening to whatever desperate excuses he had now.

in his chair, his gaze

what felt like forever, the door opened again.

pleasant but unreadable expression on his face. “Mr. Weiss,” he said smoothly. “Mr.

the cuff of his sleeve. Without a word, he strode past Mondo, his footsteps

onto Liam Horvath, who sat comfortably behind

back in his chair. A slow smile formed as he gestured toward the seat across from him. “Mr.

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as he walked forward. He didn’t sit.

that. Instead, he picked up a porcelain cup from his desk and took a casual sip before glancing back at Renard. “Would you like some coffee? Tea?”

sides. “There’s no need for propriety,” he said flatly. “Let’s get directly to the point.”

amused flickering in his gaze. He set his cup down carefully, his movements

tilting his head slightly. “What do you want, Mr. Weiss?” He exhaled softly as if pondering something. “From what I understand, you came in without an

to stay composed. His fingers flexed once before he finally took a seat.

Renard said, his words measured. “I don’t waste time

leaned back slightly,

pushing for the Macau officials to remove Weiss Inc. from

sharp, watching for any shift in Liam’s expression.

if he had been expecting the question all

rested his elbows on the desk, his fingers interlocked as he regarded Renard

“I know,” he said stiffly. “It’s because of the scandal. But this has nothing

tilting his head slightly. “Only the law can decide that,” he said. “Right now, our focus is on the welfare of the many. And at this

the armrest of his chair. Bullshit. Every word coming out of Liam’s mouth

settled between them for

Liam leaned back slightly. “Unless, of course,” he said casually,

Renard’s eyes narrowed.

shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “That’s only natural, right?”

would we need to fund

the desk. “Because we need to prove to the investors–and Macau itself—that Weiss Inc. is capable of building this project.” He gestured slightly with his hand. “Naturally, money