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.

her

slow breath, forcing herself to

this

enough, Izzy would get exactly

back to her seat, adjusting her dress slightly as she sat down. The dimmed lights signaled the official start of the auction, and the

phone buzzed.

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at the screen. Atty.

simply left noting to find him on her way

outer part of the hall, heading past the grand pillars that framed the entrance. This part of the verse was noticeably

in or out. To her left, the corridor led to the restrooms and the private lounge area. The elevator doors stood further down their golden panela

to

say anything, the call

but the call didn’t go through. A second

strange feeling settled

ballroom, intending to find Liam, when someone grabbed her arm.

touch was firm, halting

Meanwhile…

you smiling on your own?” Calen asked Pamella when he noticed her staring at him with

“Nothing,” Pamella said.

with the other women while he talked to some acquaintances who were also interested in building connections with

as if on cue, a wave

leaned toward one another, whispering behind champagne glasses and exchanging

stood. “Get up,” she said, tugging

frowned. “They’re about to

fun,” Pamella murmured, already pulling

to lead him out of the ballroom and into the open corridor near the lobb

hum of hushed voices grew louder. A small crowd had already gathered near the entrance to the women’s restroom, their expressions ranging from mild curiosity to quiet concern.

a man muttered. “This

interest was piqued. She turned to the

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