Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 174

“So? They really agreed to consider your crazy proposal!” Pamella frowned. She was already a little tipsy from the alcohol she had taken, but Calen’s words about the proposal somehow made her sober.

“Why are you surprised? They are businessmen. It’s only right for them to look at profits. Calen rolled his eyes. She wasn’t some actor or anything. Her reputation outside of business had nothing to do with his ability. He loosened his tie, closing his eyes. He had already told his father about this progress. Now, all he needed was to wait for them to contact him again.

Of course, he had already planned to do a follow–up meeting the very next Monday. He just needed to ensure the board had everything they asked for.

“You’re really going through with this?” Pamella asked. “You’re betting what’s left of your shares on a deal with a company that just showed up out of nowhere?”

Calen opened his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Pamella leaned back. “I’m saying there’s something off about the Blackwell Group. Even my father thinks so. They’ve stayed in Europe for years. Why are they suddenly so interested in U.S. companies?”

Calen looked at her. “Because they’re expanding. That’s how businesses work.”

She shook her head. “You don’t find it odd? They’ve had years to do this, but they’re just now showing interest in acquiring companies here? Out of the blue?”

“They already have holdings in Asia and India,” Calen said. “Them coming here is expected. They’re legitimate, Pamella. I’ve done the research.”

Pamella didn’t speak for a moment. She watched him, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

“You should look into them again. Properly,” she said. “Before you sign anything. I’m telling you, this feels like a trap. You don’t even know who’s behind them.”

Calen scoffed. “Why are you being paranoid?”

He sat up and looked at her. “Right, I forgot. Scheming is your thing. So now you assume everyone else is scheming too?”

Pamella didn’t respond.

“This is your own doing,” Calen muttered.

Still, she said nothing. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled something out. She held it out toward him.

Calen frowned and took it. It was a small, dark blue velvet box.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Open it,” Pamella said.

He looked at her briefly, then flipped the lid open.

the hell is this?” he asked. Inside was actually an enormous diamond ring, that

hand. She pulled

I’m going to marry you,” she said.

“What the hell are you talking

shifted in her seat. “To secure this deal with the Blackwells, you need someone capable behind you.

disbelief.

your proposal, but that’s not a guarantee,” the continued. “If

to fully

“You’re insane.”

it doesn’t work out, we get divorced. That’s it. But right now, this might be the only way to secure funding.”

by the collar, pulling

scheming?”

off, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned it

you really

chest, trying to get space

she snapped. “What the

clamped around her throat, pressing her back against the door. She twisted, trying to elbow him, but the space inside

motive?” he said, holding

at the center console and scratched at his arm.

tightened slightly. “You first.”

her body shifting as she

“Get off me!”

for her to say something that

of your mind?” she hissed. “I

help!”

expression turned ugly. But he finally let her go. “You almost ruined this night, and you are telling me that you wanted to help?” Scheming against Izzy was the last thing

glared at him while stroking her neck. “Fine. If you don’t want to marry me,

Marriage? Had he ever seriously considered it before? He had been with Izzy for years, yet the thought of settling down had never really crossed his mind. But now, with his

leaning back in his seat. “I’ll talk to my father about the marriage

the mood between Liam and Izzy couldn’t have been more different from the tension inside Calen

at him as they walked hand in hand along the Embarcadero, the lights from the waterfront casting soft reflections on the sidewalk. The air was cool, but not cold. She pulled

be tired? Why’d you bring me here?”

front of one of the food stalls near the Ferry Building. The smell of grilled cheese and sweet pastries

eyeing the stall. “Are

with two hot,

at it, then