Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife (Izzy) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131 

“I already told you, that Mrs. Weiss is currently busy with guests If you want to see her, you can 

“Did you tell her it’s Monica?” Monica asked the front desk employee working for Cecil’s foundation. Monica had been waiting for her all day and had finally heard that Cecil had arrived. “I just wanted to talk. Please…” 

“Is this a place where you can just be 

if you want something?” wornan asked, her voice sharp as she glared at Monica. “Mrs. Weiss doesn’t recognize you, so instead of shamelessly standing there, leave, or else I will call security to escort you out!” 

“But-” 

“Monica, let’s go…” Amalia said. She held her daughter’s arm and gestured for her to leave. 

“But, Mom, Cecil-” 

“Let’s talk outside…” 

Monica and Amalia stepped out of the building, the cold air hitting them as the heavy doors shut behind them. Monica barely made it a few steps before her legs felt weak. Her breaths were uneven as frustration and despair clawed at her chest. 

“She convinced me,” Monica choked out, her hands curling into fists. “She promised me everything was taken care of. The cameras, the staff–everything! She told me I wouldn’t have to worry about anything!” 

Amalia exhaled, rubbing her temples. “I know.” She glanced back at the towering building behind them. “But we can’t force her to see us. She’s done with you.” 

Monica’s stomach twisted. The betrayal stung worse than she thought it would. Cecil had assured her, over and over again, that she had nothing to worry about. That everything would go smoothly. That Izzy would be ruined, and Monica would come out victorious. 

And yet, here she was. Standing outside like a beggar. 

Amalia glanced at her daughter. “Unless of course… we use the media again.” 

Monica’s hands clenched tighter. 

Izzy hadn’t posted the proof yet. 

That meant they still had a window of opportunity. If they moved fast enough, if they framed this the right way, they could turn this around. 

Cecil was a socialite. A woman obsessed with her public image. If they dragged her into a scandal, she wouldn’t be able to ignore them. She would be forced to clean up the mess–even if it meant helping Monica. 

But there was a problem. 

Monica exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I have nothing on her.” 

Amalia frowned. “What do you mean?” 

“No messages. No recordings. Nothing.” Monica gritted her teeth “Cecil never sent anything incriminating. She always called. She never put anything in writing.” In fact, the only thing that she has now was the money that Cecil had given her. Sadly, the woman could easily say that it was something that she’d given Monica for what happened with her child. That check, coupled with the video, would be enough to prove that Cecil was in on it. But would Izzy agree to give them a copy of 

that video? 

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Amalia fell silent, realization dawning on her. Cecil had played this game far longer than they had. She had protected herself from the very beginning. 

Monica felt sick. 

“We should go home.” Amalia finally said. “You need to rest. You just lost your child. You can’t think straight like this.” 

Monica wanted to argue, but she knew her mother was right. She was exhausted–emotionally, mentally, physically. And right now, she had nothing. 

She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. “Fine.” 

With one last glance at the building, the two of them turned and walked away. 

What they didn’t know was that Cecil was watching them from her office 

She sipped her wine, her expression unreadable as she watched Monica. 

Monica was no longer useful to her. 

window. 

And if Monica thought she could drag her down with her, she was going to learn just how ruthless Cecil Weiss could be. Cecil swirled the wine in her glass, watching as Monica and Amalia disappeared from sight. Soon enough, her assistant stepped inside the office, stopping a few feet away from her desk. 

They’ve left,” the assistant said. 

Cecil nodded, setting her glass down. “Have you heard anything from Calen?” 

The assistant hesitated before responding. “Last we checked, he boarded a flight to New York. However, he hasn’t answered any of your calls.” 

Cecil exhaled sharply, her fingers tapping against the desk. She understood why Calen was upset. The shares had always. been a sensitive topic for him. But he was a man in his late twenties, not a child. What was the point of sulking? Shares could still be earned. 

Her reputation, however, was irreplaceable. 

She had given Izzy five percent. So what? It wasn’t permanent. Izzy won this round, but Cecil had played this game far longer. There were ways to take it back. 

The assistant cleared her throat. “We reached out to a few of our people in New York.” 

Cecil’s eyes flicked to her. “And?” 

“They were able to track down Young Master Calen.” The assistant paused. “He was seen with Pamella Johnson.” 

Cecil’s gaze sharpened. “Johnson?” 

The assistant nodded. “Yes. From the Johnson family.” 

Cecil leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. Now this was interesting. 

Pamella Johnson. 

So that’s what he was doing in New York. 

A slow smile formed on Cecil’s lips. Maybe her son wasn’t as useless as she thought. 

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“Then release it to the media.” Cecil said. 

“P–Pardon me?” 

“Didn’t you hear?” Cecil snapped. “I need you to release this news to the media. Make some- I don’t know- make some vague headlines about the heir of Weiss Inc. and the heir of the fohnson family. Include photos–the more, the better.” 

“Understood.” The secretary nodded and promptly left the room 

“Well…” Cecil said as she swirled her wine glass. It seemed that fate was helping her this time. 

Meanwhile, Monica and Amalia froze the moment they arrived at the house. 

“What is going on?” Amalia raised her voice when she spotted people in blue uniforms carrying a sofa outside. “Hey! What is going on!?” 

Monica’s chest tightened as she watched the workers haul their furniture outside. The house that had once been her safe space was being emptied before her eyes. Boxes were stacked near the entrance, and the living room was already half- stripped. 

“What is going on!?” Amalia rushed forward, grabbing the arm of the nearest worker. “Who gave you permission to do this!?”