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.

smiled faintly. “Alright. I’ll go with

her phone and sent a quick text to Liam. Heading to the venue

small clutch to match the

the studio through the back and climbed into a sleek black car waiting near the alley. The venue was only five minutes away, so the ride didn’t take that long.

enough, the car pulled up to the venue entrance, where photographers were already gathered along the red carpet. As soon as Cindy stepped out, flashes began to go off. Cameras clicked rapidly, calling out her name. When Izzy followed behind her, a few of the photographers shifted their attention toward

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

with trays of champagne, and large floral arrangements marked the entrance of

started

the time on her phone. The event should’ve begun

the room and offered a small nod to both

he said, “welcome. You’re seated in

started yet?” Izzy asked.

Mr. Horvath is still finishing a meeting with the project partners. Since he’s the special guest, they’re holding off until he arrives.”

She glanced around, clearly recognizing more than a few of the people

room.

the space too. Several well–known 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,

no

Or Pamella,

a passing tray. She turned toward the VIP section Mondo had indicated. Before she

I am seated not too far away from you and Mr. Horvath. I’ll see

small nod.

the designated seat Mondo had pointed out, and took her place among the other VIP

speakers, and the guests continued

sat quietly, phone in hand, about to send

heard it–murmurs, a slight shift in the

moving closer to the front doors. Some stood on their toes, others leaned sideways to get a better look. Phones were

“Looks like

up. “Let’s take a

toward the growing crowd, stopping just before the main entrance where event staff had started guiding

in the backseat of his car, one hand resting on his