Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Izzy shook her head as she swirled the wine in her glass. She watched the liquid coat the sides before taking a

slow sip. She leaned back against the couch, stretching her legs out. Just like her, Liam was wearing a robe, his

posture relaxed, though she knew better than to mistake it for complacency.

“You could,” Izzy admitted, tilting her head slightly as Liam reached for her legs. His fingers pressed into the sole

of her foot. kneading the tension away. She exhaled softly, allowing herself to enjoy the sensation. “But why

rush?”

Liam's thumbs worked against a particularly sore spot, and he smirked when he felt her toes curl. “Because |

don’t see the point in dragging this out. You want Monica to pay-I can make it happen tonight.” He met her gaze.

“No loose ends.”

Izzy watched him for a moment, then smiled. “And that’s exactly why you shouldn't.” She shifted slightly,

adjusting her position as she placed her empty wine glass on the side table. “Don’t you think it's better this way?

Watching them scramble, thinking they have the upper hand, only to realize-too late-that they never had a

chance?”

Liam's fingers slowed, his grip steady as he traced slow circles against her ankle. “You'd rather draw it out?”

Izzy leaned forward, propping her elbow on the armrest. “I'd rather make sure they feel every second of their

failure.” Her smile widened, her fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. “I Monica or Cecil were to disappear

tonight, what then? A few weeks of grief? Maybe sforced sympathy from Amalia? That's too easy.”

Liam tilted his head, watching her.

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“But if she keeps losing,” Izzy continued, her gaze gleaming with amusement. “If she watches every opportunity

slip through her fingers, if she thinks she’s finally secured something, only to have it ripped away at the last

moment... That's real punishment.”

Liam exhaled through his nose, his hand sliding up to her calf. “And here | thought | was the ruthless one.”

Izzy's lips twitched. She reached forward, dragging her nails lightly down his forearm. “You still are.”

He studied her, his fingers pressing against the delicate skin of her ankle. “So we let them suffer.”

Izzy nodded, her smile never faltering. “Slowly. Deliberately. Let them think they have a fighting chance. Let

them get desperate. Because when people are desperate, they make mistakes.” She reached for her wine glass

again, though she didn’t take a sip. Instead, she twirled the stem between her fingers. “Cecil thinks she’s

untouchable. She's spent years manipulating people, controlling everything. But she’s never played this game

against someone like me.”

Liam hummed, running his thumb along the inside of her ankle. “You want her to fall apart.”

“I want her to destroy herself,” Izzy corrected. “I want her to think she’s winning, to believe she’s one step

ahead, only to realize she was dancing in the palm of my hand all along.”

Liam chuckled. He tightened his grip on her leg before pulling her closer, his knee brushing against hers.

“Remindnever to get on your bad side.”

Izzy smirked, lifting her glass to her lips. “Oh, Liam,” she said, taking a slow sip. “You never stood a chance if you

did.”

Cecil stood and adjusted her blazer, addressing the room calmly “As | was saying, this conduct is something the

Asian market wouldn't tolerate. Monica may be a mistress, but she’s also a mother. You did not just harm her-

you ended her child's life. | strongly suggest that Miss Rossi not only relinquish control of the Macau project but

also be placed on suspension while we conduct a full investigation.”

Murmurs broke out around the table. Mr. Lund immediately raised his hand, silencing the room. He turned his

sharp gaze on Cecil. “Mrs. Weiss, those are serious allegations. Do you have any evidence to substantiate

them?”

“We have Monica's account of the incident,” Cecil said, straightening, clearly prepared. “As well as the fact that

all cameras near the scene malfunctioned at the time. That is highly suspicious, wouldn't you agree?”

“Suspicious, yes,” Jergen agreed. “But circumstantial at best. We need more than speculation to justify

suspending a key executive.”

“Mrs. Weiss, with all due respect... | believe you are dragging the entire company down just because you are a

bit emotional,” Izzy interjected. Her calm demeanor only made Madam Weiss more irritated. Cecil didn’t know

where Izzy got her confidence from, but she was sure as hell Izzy wouldn't be walking with that sconfidence

out of this room. “I understand that losing a grandchild can make one emotional, but Madam Weiss, this is a

multimillion-dollar project. How about we use logic instead of letting our anger rule our minds?”

Before Cecil could respond, Mr. Nielsen nodded in agreement. “Macau's investors would want solid evidence if

we're to take drastic action like removing Miss Rossi from the project. Without it, this looks like internal politics.”

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