Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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Chapter 181

Chapter 181

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Olivier dropped into the leather armchair in his study, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt as Margarette walked in behind him, carrying his suit jacket. He waved her off without thanks, stretching his legs out in front of him.

“That woman is something else,” he said, rubbing his temple. “Acting like she knows everything just because she closed a few. property deals and landed one contract. Suddenly she thinks she’s an expert in mineral rights?”

Margarette hung the jacket neatly over a chair and turned back to him. “She does act a little… confident,” she said carefully. “You were right not to let her speak too much in front of Father. It was disrespectful.”

Olivier scoffed. “It’s not just disrespect. It’s delusional. She thinks just because she can talk fast and quote a few reports that she understands real business. That’s the problem with women like her. They confuse book knowledge with actual experience.”

Margarette nodded. “That’s why I wanted my niece to be the one for Liam. She knew how to stay quiet. She wouldn’t have challenged him.” Sadly, Liam didn’t like that idea and even bullied her niece to the point of banning her from the industry! If she had known that Liam wouldn’t give her any face, she wouldn’t have done something that damaged her niece forever.

“Your niece would’ve made sense,” Olivier muttered. “But Liam’s always been difficult. Always doing the opposite of what’s expected. Just like his mother.”

He leaned forward and poured himself a drink from the decanter on the side table. “But it doesn’t matter now. Father signed off. The money’s coming. I don’t need anyone’s approval–not Liam’s, not hers.”

Margarette moved to sit on the couch across from him. She folded her hands in her lap and gave a small nod. “You’ve always known what you’re doing. You’re just ahead of everyone else. They can’t see it yet.”

Olivier downed half the glass. “Exactly. I’ve been in this industry longer than she’s been out of school. But suddenly everyone wants to hear what she thinks.”

“You should do whatever you want,” Margarette said as she refilled his glass. “Don’t let them get in your way.”

“I won’t. Let her play the clever wife. It won’t last. The moment something goes wrong, she’ll realize that no one’s impressed anymore. Least of all in this family.”

Margarette nodded again, her voice quiet. “She’ll learn. They always do.”

“Miss, here’s an invitation from Mr. Weiss,” Anna said. “This is for the engagement party that will happen… this Friday.” Anna gave her a hesitant look before she handed the pink envelope to Izzy.

“Thanks, you can put it on the table,” Izzy said. She’s currently putting some final touches on her report that she needed to submit before she left the company. Friday would be her last day, and so she needed to do a lot of things for a seamless transition. Izzy isn’t exactly doing this for the company but for her own people–the ones who decided not to leave the company.

in front of her. She barely glanced at the pink envelope resting on the table beside her. The engagement party wasn’t her

preoccupied she was, Anna quietly stepped out of the office, closing the door behind her. She turned and immediately spotted Albert

“Do

throat. “I was just wondering… how did Miss Rossi

frowned. “React to

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his feet. “To

She’s working.

his breath, and walked away. Anna watched

didn’t make eye contact with Anna and moved straight

in front of her. “You don’t have an appointment.”

pushed past her. “Don’t waste

but stopped at the

Izzy had already looked up from her desk. She stared at Pamella, expression unreadable. “Anna,

She stood near the door,

here because of Calen,” she said.

tilted her head slightly. She didn’t say anything right away. Then she gestured toward the

“Fine. Sit down.”

looked around the office, her eyes scanning the shelves and desk. “Nice office,” she said. “Too bad you won’t be

chair across from

me a coffee,” she

said. “I wouldn’t want her to accuse me of poisoning her or

tensed. “You’re petty.”

Now tell me why you’re

breath, then pulled something from her purse. “I came to deliver this personally.” She looked at

would I? It’s

our wedding invitation. I want you to be there… as one of my bridesmaids.”

the envelope. She leaned

bitter about Calen marrying