Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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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?”

hands curled into fists. “She’s still in

muttered. “I want that woman to

his shoulders tense. “Our lawyer is concerned,” he said. “Monica has been showing signs of mental

eyes narrowed,

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slightly. “She’s claiming postpartum depression. Our lawyer says she might use it along with other mental health

grip on the desk didn’t loosen. “That’s stupid.”

exhaled, shaking his head. “The legal system

“If you had handled your issues properly,

Calen’s jaw clenched.

between them before he leaned forward again. “But it’s too late

fists

silence between them

his desk, his mind already

Johnson family for help?”

her father would love to,” Calen answered. “But it still wouldn’t be enough. They’re reluctant

focus remained on the papers in front of him. The Johnsons‘

Renard said. “We’ll secure

brows pulled

Renard reached for the thick ivory envelope sitting on his desk and pushed

scanned

representative of the Blackwell

glanced at the invitation again, his fingers tightening slightly. “And?”

proceeds will go to charity, but that’s not the point.” His gaze sharpened. “The point is that we will have an opportunity to speak with someone from the Blackwell Group.”

fingers tapped against the envelope before he set it down. He looked at Renard carefully. “This group… it’s too suspicious.”

out.” He gestured slightly. “They own multiple companies–legitimately. They expand by acquiring

think building connections with them is

“If we establish the right connections, they

eyeing Weiss Inc. for months. They want

respond

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