Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 167

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“Sir, I already made some calls, and it seems that some members of the Blackwell Group are set to attend a gala tomorrow night. I already secured the invitation, just as you instructed. It’s for you and the Vice President,” Renard’s secretary said.

“Alright.” Renard nodded as he leaned back against his seat and closed his eyes. He then gestured for his secretary to leave. He hadn’t had any sleep for the past few days, and it was finally taking its toll on him.

Renard sat motionless, his fingers pressing against the arms of his chair. His eyes remained closed, but his mind was far from resting. There was no time for rest.

Liam’s words had set things in motion, forcing him to act immediately. He had spent the past days exhausting every possible option–calling banks, seeking loans, trying to secure enough capital to stabilize Weiss Inc. But none of them approved his requests.

Their reputation was too damaged.

The FBI investigation had turned every potential investor into a coward. Banks refused to touch them, citing the risk. Even longtime acquaintances–people who had once shaken his hand and called him a friend–had backed away.

They had used him when it was convenient–asking for favors, calling in connections, attending the same galas, pretending their ties were strong. But now? Now that he needed them?

They were gone.

Renard’s fingers twitched. Pathetic. Every single one of them.

He didn’t even try to convince himself that they were actually scared of being implicated in the investigation. That was an excuse. The truth was they didn’t want to be associated with a sinking ship.

A mistake.

Because he would recover.

And when he did, he would remember every single one of them.

He would cut them off entirely–make sure they never benefited from Weiss Inc. or its connections again. Not in this lifetime.

A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts.

Renard opened his eyes as Calen stepped inside, his expression dark.

Renard straightened, his grip tightening slightly. “What’s the news from the hospital?”

Calen stopped a few steps from the desk. “Mother is still unconscious,” he said. “The doctors say it’s not looking good.” Renard’s jaw tensed. He had already expected that answer, but hearing it still sent a wave of frustration through him. He inhaled sharply, then exhaled just as quickly. “And Monica?”

curled into fists.

“Good,” he muttered. “I want that woman

been showing signs of mental

eyes narrowed, “What?”

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says she might use it along with other mental

desk didn’t loosen. “That’s stupid.”

head. “The legal system

moment before leaning back. His gaze sharpened. “If

Calen’s jaw clenched.

let the words settle between them before he leaned forward again. “But

fists tightening

between them was heavy.

on his desk, his mind

Johnson family for

enough. They’re reluctant to give money

remained on the papers in front of

doesn’t matter,” Renard said. “We’ll secure what we need soon enough.”

brows pulled

thick ivory envelope sitting on his desk and pushed it

picked it up, flipping it open. His eyes scanned the contents before flicking back to

by a representative of the Blackwell Group.

the invitation again, his

proceeds will go to charity, but that’s not the point.” His gaze sharpened. “The point

against the envelope before he set it down. He looked at Renard

didn’t change. “They’re based in Europe. Their records check out.” He gestured slightly. “They own multiple companies–legitimately. They expand

building connections

didn’t blink. “If we establish the right connections, they could

has been eyeing Weiss Inc. for months. They want to

didn’t respond

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