Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 168

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“This gala is pretty nice,” Izzy said, smiling. She looked around. The gala was nothing short of extravagant. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm glow over the grand ballroom. Soft classical music played in the background, blending seamlessly with the hum of conversation. Servers in crisp uniforms moved through the crowd, offering trays of fine champagne and hors d’oeuvres to elegantly dressed guests.

Izzy took in the sight, her gaze sweeping over the elegantly decorated tables, each adorned with fresh white roses and gold- trimmed dinnerware. Everything was polished, and refined–exactly what she expected from an event hosted by the Blackwell Group.

Liam stood beside her, effortlessly holding a glass of champagne. He hadn’t been in a hurry to mingle. If anything, he looked content just being here with her.

“Hey, do you know anything about the Blackwell group?” Izzy asked.

However, before he could answer her, Mondo stepped closer, his voice low as he leaned toward Liam. “Sir, a few businessmen are approaching.”

Liam didn’t react immediately, simply swirling the champagne in his glass as Mondo continued.

“Graham Whitford, CEO of Whitford Energy. His company specializes in renewable energy projects in Europe.”

“Victor Langston, managing partner of Langston Holdings. They deal with private equity investments in Asia.”

“And Robert Ashford, CFO of Ashford Steelworks. They control a large percentage of the steel supply chain in the U.S.”

Liam exhaled lightly before shifting his gaze toward the approaching men.

They reached him swiftly, their movements smooth, practiced–men who were used to socializing at this level.

“Mr. Horvath,” Whitford greeted first, lifting his glass slightly in acknowledgment. “It’s good to see you here.”

Langston nodded in agreement. “Didn’t think you’d make it. But then again, it wouldn’t be a proper event without a Horvath.”

Ashford chuckled. “Let’s have a toast, shall we?”

Liam allowed a small smirk as he lifted his glass. “To a successful evening,” he said smoothly.

Their glasses clinked together before they each took a sip.

waist, his touch firm, familiar. “Gentlemen,

Isabella Rossi.”

met their gazes, giving

offering their own acknowledgments, their interest clear.

was obvious. The way he held her.

need to be said.

was more than

was the fact that she was a

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he glanced at Izzy with renewed interest. “Would that mean you’re related to Augustus

without hesitation.

a brief pause before Graham Whitford hummed in acknowledgment. “Interesting. I’ve met Augustus a few times in

her champagne before answering. “That’s because my grandfather was a very protective man.” She set her glass down on the nearby table with

does sound like Augustus. Always focused

like him would bring up

briefly before turning back to them. “He had his reasons.” She lifted her champagne glass again. “Though I imagine if he were here,

Horvath at

remained firm as he took a sip of his champagne. “She’s exactly where

before raising their glasses again,

than small talk, but the curiosity in their gazes lingered just a little longer. Augustus Rossi’s granddaughter wasn’t just here–she was standing beside Liam Horvath.

in itself, said

you doing?” Pamella whispered as she pinched

around the glass in his hand. His eyes remained fixed on

your own business,”

back. “You invited me here, remember? Why the hell

Liam’s hand on Izzy’s waist, the way they moved so effortlessly together. This sight made him so angry, he wanted to remove his hand from her body! It wasn’t supposed to