Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 177

The breakfast table was quiet except for the clink of silverware and the occasional sound of a newspaper page turning Olivier sat across from his father, a file folder open in front of him. The smell of eggs, buttered toast, and black coffee lingered in the air, but Philip Horvath hadn’t touched his food yet.

“There’s a bidding next month.” Olivier said, flipping a page. “It’s in Arizona. Red Bluff District. The land’s been dormant for years, but recent surveys flagged high mineral potential Copper. Possibly even lithium. If we move fast-

“Eat your eggs,” Philip cut in, reaching for his own coffee.

Olivier didn’t respond right away. He pushed the file slightly forward. “We don’t need to commit now. Just consider placing a bid. If it turns out to be viable, we’d secure a domestic source. The long–term value-

“I said eat.”

Philip set his cup down and glanced at the file, but didn’t open it. Seeing this, Olivier pressed his lips together and picked up his fork. The eggs had gone cold.

Philip finally picked up a piece of toast and bit into it. “You always bring these papers to breakfast.”

“Because it’s the only time you sit still,” Olivier muttered.

Philip didn’t answer. He flipped another page of the paper. The room fell quiet again.

A few minutes later, footsteps echoed from the hallway. One of the maids entered, bowing her head slightly.

“Young Master and Young Mistress have arrived.”

Philip’s hand stilled mid–motion. He slowly set the paper down and looked up.

He didn’t say anything, but his expression changed. His shoulders shifted back. He leaned slightly forward and Olivier immediately noticed this. Even Margarette, who was peacefully enjoying her breakfast, saw the changes.

“Have them come in,” he said.

“Grandfather!” Izzy’s voice carried through the dining room as she entered, a soft smile on her face. She handed a bouquet of white lilies to the maid standing nearby, along with a small basket of fruits wrapped in clear plastic. She also gave the maid some instructions and in response, the maid nodded and stepped aside.

Izzy walked toward the table and leaned down to hug Philip. The old man didn’t stand, but he didn’t move away either. His hands stayed resting on the arms of his chair as she hugged him lightly.

we just arrived at the perfect time?” she said quietly as she

nod, then looked toward the hallway.

car,” she answered, adjusting her coat as she took

frowning. “Why don’t you hire someone? What’s the point of having drivers if you’re going to do menial things

coffee

people these days do

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to pour tea for the large of respect. The in–laws, of course, are expected to drink it. I know

respond immediately. Margarette looked surprised, her eyes flicking to

tea into each one

red envelopes though,” she added, glancing at Olivier as she handed him the first c

but quickly composed herself. Izzy ignored her as she continued, pouring a second cup and placing it in front of Philip. Then one for Margarette. The last cup the poured

finally entered the room, hands

Philip lifted a

table, then to Izzy–who was standing beside it, her posture straight,

smoothly, with quiet confidence. Even the way she held the pot looked too polished

“What are you doing?”

Izzy said without

final refill, then finally sat down and lifted

hesitated for

fixed on her. He leaned in slightly. “When

she said, taking a sip. “You should try it

gestured for