Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife (Izzy) novel Chapter 101

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“This is your grandchild,” Monica said. “Aren’t you even…” She cleared her throat. She should have already expected something like this to happen. 

“If I am guessing correctly, Calen must have already known thishing exists…” Cecil stared at her stomach for a fraction of a you run around with his infant. So… second. “But he didn’t want to get himself involved. I know he’s smart enough not to le he must have already arranged for you to get rid of this child.” 

“You-” How? How did she know this? Had Calen told her all along? Her eyes widened at the realization. Then she got up. “This conversation is over.” 

Cecil only smirked at her and watched her leave the café. Then she looked at her assistant, who was standing not too far away. “I need you to get rid of that thing.” 

“Yes, Madame,” her assistant said. 

“Ah… any news about Izzy?” 

“Her flight should have landed just a couple of minutes ago. However-” The assistant hesitated. 

“However?” 

“However, she is still with the young master of the Horvath Family.” 

Cecil snorted. She always knew something was wrong with that Liam. “Were you able to trace the thing I told you?” 

“Yes…” The assistant handed Cecil a tablet. Frowning, she quickly scanned its contents. Her expression darkened as she reviewed the information, her grip tightening on the device. She had tasked her assistant with uncovering the identity of the person who had leaked the images of Liam and Monica during that infamous event. 

At first, she had suspected Monica herself. The woman was cunning enough to manipulate situations for her benefit, but this… this had been too clean, too precise. It wasn’t Monica’s style. Whoever had done it knew exactly what they were doing –someone professional, skilled, and familiar with how to stay undetected. 

“It’s been weeks,” Cecil said, placing the tablet on the table in front of her. “Have you found anything? Anything at all?” 

The assistant hesitated briefly before shaking his head. “Unfortunately, no. We’ve hit a dead end. Whoever this person is, they’re skilled. We believe they might be using advanced technology to mask their identity from cameras. It’s as if they’ve erased their presence entirely.” 

Cecil’s fingers tapped against the table, her eyes narrowing. Her gut twisted uneasily, a nagging feeling that something was off. The timing of the scandal had been too perfect, too deliberate. It wasn’t a random leak–it felt orchestrated, calculated to cause maximum damage. 

“And yet,” she said, her gaze fixed on the tablet. “It doesn’t feel random. Someone is targeting my son. The question is who- and why.” 

The assistant straightened slightly, sensing her unease. “We’re exhausting every lead, Madame. If there’s anything to find, we’ll uncover it.” 

“Not good enough,” Cecil snapped, her fingers drumming more sharply now. “If they’ve managed to hide their identity, then they’ve had help. Find out where someone could access this kind of technology. Track the chain. Look into Liam Horvath’s network, Izzy’s network, even Monica’s. I don’t care how far you have to dig. Find something.” 

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“Yes, Madame,” the assistant replied, already making notes on his phone. 

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Cecil leaned back, her eyes narrowing as she processed the situation. Whoever had done this wasn’t just trying to expose an affair. No, the timing was too perfect, and the scandal was too precisely crafted. This was an attack, a calculated strike against her family. 

She stared out the café window. Whoever this person was, they had the means and the intelligence to stay hidden. But no one was untouchable, and no one could stay invisible forever. 

“Whoever they are,” she said coldly, “they’re making a mistake if they think I’ll let this go. Do whatever it takes. I want answers. And I want them soon.” 

The assistant nodded before stepping away to make the necessary calls. Cecil sat still for a moment as she thought about the effect of the scandal on Izzy and Calen’s relationship. Someone was playing a dangerous game, and she intended to find out who–and crush them. 

After what felt like an eternity, Cecil finally left the café and returned to the mansion. As soon as she stepped through the grand entrance,,a maid hurried toward her, announcing that Calen had come back. Yet, instead of going to her son, she headed straight for her husband’s office.