Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife (Izzy) novel Chapter 132

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“Miss, Miss Monica, and her mother have been calling your office phone and causing trouble downstairs,” Anna reported while Izzy was finishing her lunch. “They’ve been here all morning.” 

Izzy scrolled through her phone, casually stabbing the last piece of her lunch with her fork. Monica and Amalia had been making a scene downstairs all morning, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. 

“Then call the police,” she said, her eyes still on her phone. She had no time for these two people. Last night, the company that moved the things inside the house, informed her that it’s been done. Amalia tried to create trouble and called the police, but what can they do? Izzy was simply taking the furniture away! After all, they belonged to her. 

Anna nodded, already typing out the necessary instructions. 

Meanwhile, Izzy opened her messages, her attention shifting to Liam. He had texted her earlier about a meeting in London, mentioning that he was drinking wine with a friend of his. 

Izzy: What wine? 

A moment later, her phone vibrated with a reply. 

Liam: Château Pétrus 2000. Smooth, deep, overpriced, and definitely better with company. 

Izzy smirked. 

Izzy: So, you’re getting sentimental after a glass? 

Liam: Hardly. But I do wish you were here. 

Izzy paused, her fingers hovering over the screen. 

For a brief second, the idea crossed her mind–an overnight flight to London, showing up at his hotel unannounced, surprising him with a glass of his overpriced wine in hand. 

The thought made her cheeks warm. She rolled her eyes at herself. Absurd. What the heck was she thinking in the middle of the day? 

Izzy snorted and typed a response. 

Izzy: 

You should come back as soon as you can so you can drink a wine with me. 

Seeing her preoccupied, Anna cleared her throat. “Miss, there’s another matter.” 

Izzy lifted her head, slipping her phone onto the table. “What is it?” 

Anna handed her a tablet. “This just came out.” 

Izzy took it and scanned the screen. A gossip magazine headline flashed in bold letters: 

[A POWER COUPLE IN THE MAKING? HEIR OF WEISS INC. AND THE SOCIALITE OF THE JOHNSON FAMILY SPOTTED TOGETHER IN NEW YORK!] 

Below it were multiple photos–Calen exiting a luxury car, Pamela Johnson laughing beside him in a high–end restaurant, and another of them walking into a private club. 

Izzy arched an eyebrow. 

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Her lips curved slightly as she took in the headline and the pictures on the tablet. Calen and Pamella. It wasn’t surprising, 

really. They’d been together since Macau, and Cecil was clearly using this as a distraction from everything else. Yet, Izzy 

couldn’t help but wonder if Cecil was planning to use this to win the board’s approval. 

“Well, they’ve been in a relationship for some time now. It’s about time they announced it,” Izzy said, setting the tablet aside. Well, this has nothing to do with her. 

She stood, pushing her lunch tray away. “Let’s continue with the day.” 

Anna nodded, falling into step beside her. The rest of the afternoon passed smoothly, with Izzy focusing on meetings and signing documents. She buried herself in work, letting the steady routine keep her grounded. 

That evening, she changed into her all–black pantsuit and prepared for the company’s dinner event. It was a formal occasion, one that was compulsory for her to attend, and unfortunately, Cecil would be there. 

As Izzy entered the grand hall, she took a brief moment to scan the room. It was filled with businessmen and associates, each mingling over expensive drinks and hors d’oeuvres. A string quartet played softly in the background, adding to the air of sophistication. 

Seeing that Calen wasn’t present, she felt a small sense of relief. But she knew better than to let her guard down. Cecil was somewhere in the room, and where Cecil went, trouble followed. 

A moment later, a tall man in a tailored suit approached her. It was CEO Weiss, and he gestured for her to come over. “Miss Rossi, there you are. Come, I’d like to introduce you to some of our key partners.” 

Izzy nodded, her expression neutral as she followed him to a circle of well–dressed men engaged in conversation. 

“Gentlemen, this is Isabella Rossi, our head of project development.” CEO Weiss smiled, placing a hand on Izzy’s shoulder. “Miss Rossi has been instrumental in our latest ventures.” 

One of the businessmen, an older man with silver hair and a sharp suit, extended a hand. “David Owens, of Owens Holdings. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Rossi. I’ve heard good things.” 

Izzy shook his hand, her grip firm. “Thank you, Mr. Owens. The pleasure is mine.” 

Another man chimed in. “I heard about the success of your Macau project. Impressive work, considering the challenges you faced.” 

Izzy nodded. “We did face some hurdles, but I believe in finding solutions rather than focusing on obstacles.” 

The group chuckled lightly, clearly impressed by her confidence 

CEO Weiss leaned in slightly. “I’m sure Miss Rossi’s skills will continue to bring success to our company.” 

As the conversation shifted to business trends and market forecasts, Izzy stayed composed, offering insights when necessary. She kept an eye on Cecil, who was making rounds through the room, her smile as sharp as ever. 

At one point, Cecil’s gaze met Izzy’s from across the room, a glimmer of cold amusement in her eyes. Izzy didn’t look away. Instead, she lifted her glass slightly as if she was giving her a silent acknowledgment of the game they were playing. 

“Miss Rossi,” one of the businessmen said, drawing her attention back. “We’d like to hear more about your thoughts on the expansion into Southeast Asia.” 

Izzy set her glass down and launched into a well–reasoned explanation, outlining opportunities and potential risks. As she spoke, she could feel the room listening intently. This was her domain–strategy, execution, results. 

Meanwhile, Cecil smirked. Seeing Izzy engrossed in the conversation made her blood boil. But what could she do? The woman was undeniably important to the company.