Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 162 "So, Vasili Family," Liam snorted. "May I know what's the use of tellingthis?” he asked, Felicity Covington smiled, "Mr. Horvath, please don't getwrong. I did not chere to cause any chaos between you and Miss Rossi. I chere to help" "I don't remember asking for one, Miss Covington, I do not need one." Felicity narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying that you knew all about Frederik all this time?" Liam did not give her an answer. Instead, he leaned back and smirked.

"That is not possible," Felicity said, shaking her head. "If you had known about Frederik Vasili's intervention in the Macau project, then why did you let Miss Rossi handle it on her own?" Was it possible that she had gotten it wrong? Was it possible that Liam and Isabella Rossi had no relationship after all? No. Felicity couldn't accept that. Her ability to research and find out someone's weakness had never been wrong before. From the things that she'd gathered, Miss Rossi should be very important to Liam Horvath. While she wasn't so certain about the exact label of their relationship, she was confident that the two were more than friends. Lovers, more likely. Or perhaps, even husband and wife, She was never wrong before. And she was confident that she was not wrong now.

Seeing her reaction, Liam simply shrugged, "While I do not know what Miss Covington is thinking, I can assure you of one thing. You are not needed," "What?" "I do not need you to intervene in any of my-" "Mr. Horvath, please don't take this the wrong way. I did not chere to cause trouble. I only want cooperation!" Felicity interrupted Liam. Something about Liam Horvath shook her confidence. "Mr. Horvath, I do not want to cause any misunderstanding, I did not chere just to ask for a favor. I chere because I sincerely want to cooperate with you. I just wanted to show you that I can bring something to the table. Just please take a look." Liam pursed his lips. He stared at her before he reached out and opened the folder that she had handed him earlier. He looked at the contents, and almost immediately, his expression changed. "These are things that could cause problems for the Vasili Family." Felicity finally let out a breath of relief. She nodded. "Yes, they are." Liam's eyes flickered briefly over the folder's contents, his fingers flipping through the pages. Each photograph was neatly labeled, with timestamps and locations marked in sharp black ink. Images of Frederik Vasili, leaning close to Macau officials in dimly lit restaurants, crisp handshakes exchanged over briefcases, offshore accounts linked to shell companies, names and numbers meticulously cataloged. Invoices for suspicious transactions, signatures that matched too perfectly, and a series of emails that left little room for interpretation.

There were bank statements too, highlighting untraceable funds wired to key officials overseeing the Macau project. A surveillance photo showed Frederik's right-hand man passing an envelope to a stern-looking middle- aged man outside a casino, time-stamped two months ago. The final page bore a copy of a police report-one that had somehow never seen the light of day-alleging coercion and threats made against local contractors to stall operations. How did she get this? Liam's eyes narrowed, lingering on that last document. His fingers drummed idly against the edge of the folder, a faint glint of something dark and calculating passing through his gaze.

Felicity watched him carefully, fingers laced neatly over her lap, eyes glinting with something close to satisfaction. Inwardly, she couldn't help but feel a spark of vindication. This was just after a few days of investigation. She was able to find out a lot of things about Mr. Vasili, including bribes, favors called in, and other illegal things. Everything had been laid out perfectly.

1/2 09:25 Tue, 11 Mar 0 Chapter 162 If this wasn't enough to bury Frederik Vasili, nothing would be.

All she wanted was to secure an alliance with Horvath Industries, to push her own agenda forward. To prose, once and for all, that her father had been wrong about her.

"What do you want in return?" he asked, eyes never leaving the damning evidence spread before him. Felicity's eyes glinted. "Simple,” she said smoothly. "I want to be the CEO of Covington Holdings. I also want to be the official representative of all future dealings with Horvath Industries. In short, Mr. Horvath, I want control Liam arched a brow, leaning back with a faintly amused expression. "All this," he muttered, fingers tapping the folder lightly "just to prove your father wrong?" Felicity's lips pressed into a thin line. She sucked in a quiet breath, hands folding neatly in her lap. "My mother was the original CEO of Covington Holdings,” she said, eyes glinting with something cold and unyielding, "My father took that from her. I only intend to take back what should have been mine to begin with." Liam watched her for a beat, eyes narrowing slightly, but said nothing.

Felicity took it as permission to continue. "I apologize for the... thoroughness of my research," she said, inclining her head lightly. e understand that your privacy is valuable to you. But I needed something substantial-something you couldn't ignore." Her fingers drummed once against her thigh, controlled and steady. "This is just business, Mr. Horvath Liam's eyes glinted faintly. "Business," he repeated, almost lazily. He flipped one of the pages back, eyes scanning the details.

Felicity waited, posture straight, eyes never leaving his. She'd already bared her cards-now it was his move.

Liam's eyes flickered over the documents one last tbefore he snapped the folder shut. He leaned back, fingers steepled loosely, gaze cool and calculating. “Fine," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "You can have the position-as long as your father signs the acquisition papers. No signatures, no deal."

Felicity's eyes glinted with something triumphant. A slow smile curved her lips, and she rose smoothly from her seat, extending a hand across the desk with a faintly expectant air. "Then we have a deal, Mr. Horvath," she said, fingers steady. eyes gleaming. But Liam didn't move. He glanced at her hand, unimpressed, and arched a brow. "We'll talk again once your father's signed." he said flatly. "Not before." Felicity's hand hung in the air for a beat, but she withdrew it smoothly, lips twitching with something amused. "Of course, she said, unbothered. "You won't be disappointed." She straightened her jacket, eyes glinting with something sharp and assured. "I'll get the paperwork ready," she added, a faint smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "You'll have everything by the end of the week." Liam's eyes narrowed faintly, but he said nothing, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the edge of the desk.

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