Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 155 * 70%8 Frederik leaned back against the high-backed leather chair, fingers drumming a slow rhythm against the polished desk. The view outside his office window was all sleek glass and gray skies, the cityscape of Paris stretching endlessly beneath a layer of clouds. The soft hum of traffic filtered through the glass, distant and muted.

He exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose as his assistant continued to rattle off updates. The headache thrumming at his temples wasn't easing, and the news he'd just received wasn't helping "He actually wanted that incompetent to take charge?” Frederik muttered, fingers stilling abruptly. His eyes narrowed with disdain. "How utterly useless." Across the desk, his assistant adjusted her glasses nervously. "From what our sources have gathered, Mr. Weiss is trying to stabilize the company's image," she explained, her voice measured. "He believes that putting Vice President Calen Weiss in charge of the Macau Project will reassure investors. The Johnson family's involvement seems to play a part as well." "Johnson Family," Frederik scoffed, fingers curling loosely against the armrest. "Of course," he muttered, eyes glinting coldly. "That man would sell his own son if it meant buying a few more months of stability." The assistant hesitated, glancing at the tablet in her hands. "There's more, sir," she added cautiously. "It appears that Miss Rossi has decided to leave Weiss Inc. altogether. Her resignation letter was already submitted." Frederik's eyes darkened. His fingers stilled. "She what?" "Resigned," the assistant confirmed. "Effective in two weeks." Frederik exhaled slowly, a muscle in his jaw ticking. Two weeks? That couldn't be a coincidence. The meeting with theRossi Group's board was scheduled for the stimeframe.

So that's it.

She's making a move.

She must be planning to go to Rossi Group! Frederik's lips pressed into a thin line, annoyance flaring briefly beneath the surface. He clicked his tongue, frustration was evident. He had never taken Izzy for the type to walk away from something she built-something she'd poured so much tand effort into. But perhaps he'd underestimated greed.

Or maybe it wasn't that at all. Maybe she'd just finally reached her limit.

His assistant shifted, bringing him back to the present. "What should we do next, sir?" she asked cautiously. "Our contacts in Macau are saying that the government is already inquiring about the delays. They can only hold them off for so long." Frederik's eyes narrowed. "So even they're starting to notice," he muttered. He drummed his fingers once. “It seems I underestimated Renard Weiss,” he said slowly. "He's using his son and the Johnson family as shields. Even if Calen messes up, the Johnsons' involvement will buy them time." The assistant nodded. “It's a plausible strategy," she agreed.

Frederik's gaze sharpened. “What's the status of the case against the Weiss Foundation?" "The FBI's involvement has accelerated the investigation," the assistant reported smoothly. "But no results have been released yet. However, the leaks alone have done considerable damage to their reputation. Most of their partners are already reconsidering contracts.” "Good," Frederik muttered, fingers tapping the armrest. His eyes glinted with something dark and calculating. "That should keep them occupied for now." 1/3 hu, 6 Mar Chapter 153 The assistant hesitated. “But if they manage to salvage the Macau Project with the Johnsons' backing" 4.70%@ 11 "They won't," Frederik cut in smoothly, eyes narrowing. "Not if we act fast enough." He leaned forward, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Find a way to halt the project's operations. Permanently, if possible.” The assistant's eyes widened, a flicker of unease crossing her face. "Sir.. do you mean- Frederik rolled his eyes inwardly, “An accident,” he said smoothly, the words cold and precise. "Someone's death, a construction mishap, a delay in supplies-whatever it takes. I don't care how you do it, just make sure it's enough to throw them off schedule for at least a few weeks." The assistant hesitated, a faint tremor in her hands. "But, sir, isn't that... a bit much?" Frederik's eyes glinted coldly. "We're dealing with Renard Weiss," he bit out, "If we don't force his hand, he'll have the entire board eating out of his palm by the end of the month." "But isn't this just the johnson family? I mean... they are good in finance but there reputation in construction isn't as-" "What do you know?” he hissed. The Johnson Family have connections. Just their nalone might be enough to influence a few people and turn this around! “Just do what I say!" The assistant swallowed, fingers tightening around the tablet. "Understood," she murmured. "I'll get in touch with our contacts in Macau. But-" "But what?" Frederik asked.

"Well-the Horvath Industries are also involved in that Macau project. Mr. Liam Horvath just finished his business in London, and it seems that they are also eyeing the reason for the delay." Frederik snorted. "They would never find out it's me." He made sure of that. “Just do what I tell you to do." "Yes, sir." "Good," Frederik muttered, leaning back against the leather chair. His gaze flicked back to the cityscape outside, eyes cold and calculative. This wasn't just about the project anymore. It was about reminding Weiss Inc. exactly to whom they owed their stability.

And it was about Izzy.

His s darkened, fingers drumming a slow rhythm against the desk.

He started doing this because he was bored. Who would have thought that he would enjoy doing things like this? He snorted. Until Izzy's shares were still in her hands, Frederik had no plans of letting her go to Rossi Group. Those shares were going to be his, no matter what. "Ah... we have updates on the shares that you wanted to acquire, sir," the assistant said.

"Did they agree to sell?" Frederik smiled. He had been slowly buying shares from other shareholders of Rossi Group. Obviously, he'd been doing this in secret.

"Unfortunately, he refused our offer."

"That was a very generous offer," Frederik leaned back. "Well... since Plan A didn't work, let's proceed Not work to Plan B. wonder how long he can hold off if it would involve the safety of his family."

"But be very careful this time," Frederik said. "We can't attract you to anyone else's attention need you be very discreet about this matter and handle it with utmost care. Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes, sir." 2/3 Chapter 154 "Good, you may leave." Frederik smiled. The Rossi Group was almost his. Just a bit more... just a bit more.

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