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.

arrived at the perfect time?” she said quietly as she glanced at the

small nod, then looked toward the hallway.

coat

car?” Olivier asked, frowning. “Why don’t you hire someone? What’s the point of having

Philip set his coffee cup down a little

“Young people these

his jaw and looked back down at his

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

didn’t respond immediately. Margarette looked surprised, her eyes flicking to the

She unwrapped the porcelain cups, then poured tea into each one in a straty meten There was no rush in her movements. Everything was neat,

she added, glancing at Olivier as she handed him the first

cup and placing it in front of Philip.

approached again. This time, Liam finally entered the room, hands in his pockets.

lifted a

standing beside it, her posture straight, hands

way she held the pot looked too polished to be

eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

Izzy said without

poured a final refill, then finally sat

picked his cup up without hesitation. Margarette followed. Olivier hesitated for a second, then

her. He leaned in slightly. “When did you learn

should try it sometime. Do you want some tea?”

I’ll have coffee,” Liam said as he gestured for the maid to get