Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 185

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“Well, I didn’t think it would be this beautiful,” Izzy smiled as she looked at her appearance in the mirror. The black dress suited her, and not because of her body type but because of her pale skin.

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The black dress hugged Izzy’s frame in all the right places. The fabric, a matte silk blend, clung smoothly over her hips and dipped slightly at the back, revealing just enough skin to make the design elegant rather than loud.

A single slit ran up her left leg, stopping just above the knee. The neckline was clean, structured, and minimal–no embellishments, no glitter. Just pure tailoring. The contrast against her pale skin made the dress stand out even more.

She studied herself in the mirror for a moment longer.

Too bad Liam’s late, she thought. He had called earlier, sounding genuinely apologetic. Something about a last–minute investor call. He promised to catch up as soon as possible.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that,” Izzy said when she realized that Cindy was staring at her. Cindy had been really quiet when she helped her with the dress, which Izzy appreciated as well.

“No, it’s fine. The dress looks even more beautiful on you,” Cindy said.

“Too bad Liam’s late,” Izzy couldn’t help but voice her thoughts.

Behind her, Cindy leaned against the wall, arms loosely crossed. “You could come with me, if you want,” she said. “You can’t just sit here all night in a dress like that.”

Izzy turned and met her gaze. “Thanks. But I’d rather wait for Liam.”

Cindy stepped forward, adjusted a stray strand of Izzy’s hair, and took a step back to assess her. “It’s a pity if no one sees this. It fits you better than I imagined.”

Izzy glanced at her reflection again before speaking. “Why are you being so accommodating?“Cindy already offended a well known actress. Now, she wanted Izzy to accompany her to the veneu. Izzy couldn’t help but think that something else is going on. Did Liam overpaid Cindy? “I doubt it’s just because Liam paid for the dress.”

Cindy blinked, then straightened. “Well… he was the first to invest in my early collections. Not just buying dresses or anything like that–he funded the production. I wouldn’t have made it through my first two shows without him. And you’re the first woman he’s ever brought to an event like this. So… yes, I may have given you a little extra care. It felt right.”

Izzy was quiet for a second, absorbing that. Then it clicked, She remembered Z’s being listed as one of the subsidiaries under Horvath Industries. Liam’s portfolio must have reached further than she realized.

I’ll go with

a quick text to Liam. Heading to the venue with Cindy.

match the dress, then grabbed

into a sleek black car waiting near the alley. The venue was only five minutes away, so the ride didn’t

to go off. Cameras clicked rapidly, calling out her name. When Izzy followed

flashing cameras didn’t exist. Izzy followed her lead. She wasn’t used to attending high–profile events with this much media coverage, but she managed to stay calm and keep a pleasant smile on her face. Most of the buzz was clearly for the designer, but just standing beside her was enough to draw attention–and Izzy

was sleek, lit with ambient lighting, and filled with the soft hum of conversation. Waitstaff moved around with trays of

had started yet.

time on her phone. The event should’ve

from the far side of the room and offered a small nod to both women.

he said, “welcome. You’re seated in the VIP section.”

hasn’t it started yet?”

the launch presentation. Mr. Horvath is still finishing

an eyebrow but didn’t comment. She glanced around, clearly recognizing more than a few of the

room.

actors and actresses were present. She spotted a few she remembered from Cecil’s articles. Closer to the bar, she noticed a cluster of familiar faces from the corporate world–executives, investors, and

was no sign of

Or Pamella,

turned toward the VIP section Mondo had indicated. Before she could step forward, Cindy paused

to a few friends,” Cindy said. “I believe I am seated not too far away from you and Mr.

small nod.

designated seat Mondo had pointed out, and took her

inside the venue remained calm, almost too polished. Soft instrumental music played through the speakers, and

phone in hand, about to send

in the

the entrance had started moving closer to the front doors. Some stood on their toes,

her side, champagne glass in hand. “Looks

nodded and stood up. “Let’s take

their way toward the growing crowd, stopping just before

the backseat of his car, one hand resting on his knee.