Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Pamella could feel her face burning from embarrassment, but before she could say another word, Izzy was already pointing to another painting.

What the hell was this woman saying? Why would she suddenly talk about Cecil? Everyone in this room knew about Cecil Weiss’s issue! What the hell was Izzy thinking!?

Izzy’s gaze remained steady as she turned slightly, lifting her champagne glass to her lips before pointing toward another painting across the room.

“And what about that one?” she asked, her tone effortlessly neutral.

Pamella hesitated for the briefest second, the previous comment still lingering in her mind. But with so many eyes on her. she couldn’t afford to falter. She took a breath, forcing herself to focus on the painting in front of her.

“This is a study in atmospheric abstraction,” she said, stepping closer. “You can see how the artist plays with muted tones and blurred edges to create a dreamlike quality. The depth here is achieved not through structure but through color gradients- see how the shades transition seamlessly? It gives the illusion of movement, almost as if the painting is breathing”

A few of the women murmured in appreciation, nodding along as if they understood.

Izzy watched Pamella with unreadable eyes before glancing at the painting again. “I see.”

Pamella kept talking, but this time, there was a slight stiffness to her posture. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was eager to move -on from the previous topic.

Just as Izzy was about to point to yet another painting, the lights in the ballroom dimmed slightly, signaling the start of the -main program. The crowd began shifting, returning to their seats or gathering closer to the stage where the auctioneer was preparing to speak.

Pamella exhaled sharply, relieved at the interruption. But before Izzy could step away, Pamella reached out and grabbed her arm, her grip firm.

“Shut the fuck up,” Pamella hissed under her breath. “Don’t do that again, or you will regret it.”

Izzy turned her head, her expression calm as she met Pamella’s glare. “Are you threatening me?”

Pamella’s grip tightened, but she didn’t say another word. Instead, she gritted her teeth before releasing Izzy’s arm abruptly and stalking off.

Izzy barely reacted, simply brushing off the spot where Pamella had grabbed her before turning toward the stage.

Pamella moved back to her seat, but she was fuming. Her fingers curled tightly around her champagne glass as she struggled to keep her expression neutral.

humiliated her in front of

took a slow breath, forcing herself to stay composed.

let this

Izzy would get

at Izzy who calmly made her way back to her seat, adjusting her dress slightly as she sat down. The dimmed lights signaled the official start

her phone

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glanced at the screen.

up, slipping out of her chair as discreetly as possible. Liam was not seated yet us she simply left noting to find him on her way back to their

part of the verse was noticeably less crowded. The soft glow of wall sconces cast elongated chaidoses across the polished

right, the hallway stretched toward the main lobby, where the occasional guest wandered in or out. To her left, the corridor led to

to her car,

say

stared at the screen, brows furrowing. She immediately redialed, but the call didn’t go through. A

strange feeling settled in her stomach.

about to turn back toward the ballroom, intending to find Liam,

touch was firm, halting her in place.

Meanwhile…

Calen asked Pamella when he noticed her staring at him with

“Nothing,” Pamella said.

with the other women while he talked

elsewhere. Then, as if on cue, a wave of murmurs rippled

subtly leaned toward one another, whispering behind champagne

stood. “Get up,” she said, tugging

frowned. “They’re about

be more fun,” Pamella murmured,

to lead him out of the ballroom and into the

gathered near the

should call security,” a man muttered. “This is embarrassing.”

to the

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