Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife (Izzy) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 

“Shares?” Calen’s voice shook. “She wanted shares?” 

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Cecil sat opposite her son, pouring herself a glass of wine. “I’ve already agreed to give her five percent of my ten percent shares,” she said, setting the bottle down. “My lawyers will handle the transfer. Once everything is processed, it’ll be legally under her name.” 

Calen’s jaw tensed. “But Mom-” 

Cecil took a slow sip of her wine before meeting his glare. “This mess? You created it, Calen. Don’t forget that.” 

Calen’s jaw clenched. “Why would you give her shares that belong to me?” 

Cecil’s grip tightened around the stem of her glass. “They don’t belong to you,” she said coolly. “Those shares are mine. I’m choosing to compensate Izzy with them.” 

Compensate. The word left a bitter taste in her mouth. 

Inwardly, Cecil fumed as she recalled the conversation she had with Izzy. 

She had gone into that meeting thinking she could negotiate and intimidate Izzy into backing down. Instead, she had been met with sarcasm, wit, and an unshakable resolve she hadn’t expected. 

“I thought you were smarter than this, Cecil,” Izzy had said, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Bribing me with pocket change? I thought you actually wanted to negotiate.” 

Cecil had gritted her teeth. “Twenty million is not pocket change.” 

“To you, maybe,” Izzy had mused. “To me? It’s a number I could make in a week.” 

Cecil had wanted to slap that smug expression off her face, but she held herself back. 

“What do you want, then?” she had finally asked, her patience wearing thin. 

Izzy 

had smiled. “I want something worth my time.” 

And then she had said it. 

Shares. 

Cecil had nearly laughed at its absurdity. But the way Izzy looked at her as if she already knew she would win, had sent a cold feeling down her spine. 

Every argument Cecil threw at her had been deflected with ease. Every attempt to shift the conversation in her favor had been turned back against her. 

Izzy had won. 

Cecil just hadn’t expected it. 

The Izzy she knew used to listen to whatever Calen said. She used to follow his decisions without question. But that girl was 

gone. 

Now, Cecil had no choice but to hand over five percent of her shares. 

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Luckily, their conversation was interrupted by Izzy’s secretary informing her that food had been delivered from Mr. 

Horvath, 

Liam Horvath, 

From the looks of it, Liam Horvath had been sending Izzy food for some time now. Obviously, she wasn’t planning to tell Calen about this. Calen had always seen Liam Horvath as a rival because they were the same age. She didn’t want to provoke her son again and cause even more chaos. It was enough that Calen knew how ruthless Izzy was. Perhaps now, he would try to stay away from her. 

She took a sip of her wine, composing herself before looking at her son. “Don’t worry, Calen. You’ll still have the other five percent.” 

Calen’s expression darkened. 

Five percent. 

The same amount Izzy would now own. 

His grip on his glass tightened. 

It wasn’t just about numbers. 

Five percent was still five percent. 

And with Izzy’s ability, people in the company would listen to her more than they listened to him. 

Calen clenched his jaw. 

Izzy had just made herself his equal. 

“Fine!” Calen narrowed his eyes. What happened in the boardroom was still fresh in his mind. Izzy had prepared everything -the recordings, the pictures. It was as if she had known this was going to happen. Was this the real Izzy? 

He got up and took his phone out of his pocket. Earlier today, he received some updates on the Macau project. He knew the project was going well. However… 

He opened his phone and dialed a number. 

“I thought you’d forgotten about me,” a coquettish voice answered. The owner of this voice was none other than Pamella Johnson–his fake girlfriend. 

“I need your help,” Calen said. 

“Well… I was expecting that,” Pamella said. “We can talk in person.” 

“You’re in New York. Are you expecting me to-” 

“To meet my parents, yes. Just like we discussed when we started this deal,” Pamella said. “I helped you in Macau, it is time that you do your part, Calen.” 

Calen gritted his teeth, his fingers tightening around his phone. He didn’t like being forced into a corner, but right now,he had no choice. 

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll come to New York.” 

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Pamella laughed softly on the other end. “Good boy, I’ll text you the details”