Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife (Izzy) novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21 

“What?” Calen’s face twisted, darkening as he processed the words he’d just heard. “What did you just say?” he demanded. 

“She said your idea was wrong,” Monica repeated, her tone almost feigning concern. “Honestly, I don’t know what’s gotten into Izzy. I mean, I-” 

“She said my idea was wrong?” Calen’s voice rose in disbelief. “She said that?” 

“Oh, yes,” Monica confirmed, her lips curving slightly as she added, “She even mentioned bringing it up with your father, in person. I mean–isn’t that a bit-” 

A low, angry mutter escaped Calen. “That woman- 

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Monica raised an eyebrow, masking her amusement with a concerned frown. “Maybe you should talk to her… like an adult.” Inside, she was practically grinning. Manipulating Calen against Izzy was turning out to be easier than she’d expected. All she needed to do now was let him stew. 

“Alright, you know I didn’t tell you this because I wanted you two to fight, right?” she added, feigning exasperation. “I believe it wasn’t Izzy’s intention to insult you. She’s just been… off since that last trip. Maybe she just needs a break? A vacation? She’s been working nonstop for years. Why not consider giving her some time off?” 

Everyone in the office knew that Izzy hadn’t taken a real break since she’d started at the company. Holidays, weekends- even Christmas and New Year’s–she’d worked without a word of complaint, always the tireless overachiever. To Monica, it was pathetic. Why was she working herself to the bone like she owned the company? 

Monica rolled her eyes inwardly. Izzy and Calen as a couple? She’d always known how mismatched they were. Izzy, the quiet bookworm, and Calen, the thrill–seeker. Izzy would bury herself in novels all day, while Calen craved adventure–biking, skiing, anything that would get his blood pumping. They were like fire and ice, opposites forced together in some ridiculous parody of a relationship. 

The memory of how it all started still grated on Monica. Izzy, shy, unassuming Izzy, had somehow ended up dating the very man Monica had admired since college. Monica had never outright confessed her feelings to Calen, but she’d sung his praises often enough for Izzy to know. She’d been so vocal about her admiration, about his achievements, his charisma. And then, as if on cue, Izzy had stepped in, snagging the one thing Monica had always thought could be hers. 

The nerve! Monica was convinced that Izzy had done it out of jealousy, a twisted bid to one–up her. For years, she’d waited for a crack in Izzy’s perfect facade, a moment to reveal her true face to Calen. And today, at long last, Izzy had slipped. 

However, all these thoughts were inside her head. Outside, Monica’s eyes widened as she clasped her hands together, her expression a picture of dramatic concern. “Oh, Calen babe, I mean, if Izzy thinks your idea is flawed, maybe she’s onto something. Or maybe not… It’s just… I can’t imagine the team being on board if they think you’re disregarding the risks. The project could suffer, don’t you think?” 

Calen’s face darkened as he processed Monica’s words. “She’s been acting like she owns the place. Saying my idea is wrong in front of everyone? And now she thinks she can undermine me with my father?” 

“Maybe… if she feels that strongly about it, perhaps you should just present it to the board. That way, everyone can see who’s truly right about the project. Wouldn’t that settle things?” Monica said immediately, 

Calen’s gaze snapped to Monica, his expression shifting as he considered her suggestion. A sly glint flickered in his eyes. “You know what? You’re right.” He stood abruptly, adjusting his suit. “Cancel the rest of my meetings.” 

“Yes, of course,” Monica responded with a pleased smile as she watched him storm out of the office. She smirked inwardly. Who would have thought it would be this simple to push Calen’s buttons? She had been waiting for a way to make Calen leave Izzy on his own accord. It took her years, and now, Izzy had finally slipped. 

Izzy had just made her deathbed! 

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Calen didn’t waste time. He took long strides to the elevator, punching the button for the top floor. This needed to end now. The moment the elevator doors slid open on the executive floor he made a beeline to his father’s office, ignoring curious looks from the staff along the way. 

Inside his office, Renard was reviewing a stack of paperwork, pen in hand, when Calen walked in. Without looking up, Renard continued signing, a faint look of concentration on his face. 

“Dad,” Calen said, his voice taut. “Do you have a moment to talk? 

Renard’s gaze lifted briefly. He glanced toward his executive secretary, who stood just a few feet away. “Do I have time for this, Carol?“. 

Carol checked her tablet, then nodded. “You have ten minutes before the call from the UK, Mr. Weiss.” 

Renard gave a small nod of acknowledgment. “Alright, prepare the boardroom for the call, please.” Carol nodded, slipping out of the office to make arrangements. 

Turning his attention back to Calen, Renard rested his hands on the desk. “So, what’s the issue?” he asked, his sharp blue eyes assessing his son. 

Calen hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “It’s about the Macau project. I’m getting some pushback Izzy thinks my approach is off and even suggested that you might need to get involved.” 

Renard gave a slight shrug. “I don’t see the issue. Frankly, I like her approach too.” Renard’s business philosophy was straightforward and ruthless; to him, the world was a battleground where the weak would inevitably fall to the strong. It was a lesson he was determined to instill in his son. 

“In that case, I’d like to present my proposal to the board,” Calen replied, straightening. 

Renard raised an eyebrow. He leaned back in his chair, studying his son. “You want to take your proposal to the board? Without Izzy’s input?” he asked, his tone skeptical. 

“I-” 

“Let’s not waste time with pretenses, Calen. We both know she was behind on every proposal that was approved. Lying won’t help you here,” Renard said, his voice cool. 

Calen swallowed, bracing himself. “I can make a proposal myself. This time, I’ll get the board’s approval,” he replied. Renard stared at his son. “You’re saying you plan to present your idea to the board?” he asked. “To the executives?” “Yes,” Calen replied firmly. “I still believe our top priority should be maximizing profits. Her approach would drain the company’s resources.” 

Renard nodded slowly. “If you’re set on presenting it… I suppose there’s little I can do to stop you, is there?” 

“Father, just because Izzy’s proposals were approved in the past doesn’t mean she was responsible for their success,” Calen countered, his tone defensive. “It was a team effort. She handled the paperwork, but the ideas were all mine.” He hesitated, then added, almost pleading, “Surely you don’t hold me accountable for this, right?” 

“Hmmm… that made sense. Then shall I set it for next week?” Renard said. 

“Yes. A week is enough.” 

“Good,” Renard smiled. “You can choose your own team of people to help you out. Three people for you and three people working for Izzy. How does that sound?” 

“Good,” Calen said. 

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His father got up and held out his hand. “Then I am looking forward to your proposal.” 

Calen nodded, satisfaction glinting in his eyes as he shook his father’s hand. 

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While Monica was silently celebrating what she thought was a big step forward in her plans, her mother Amalia had a dark look on her face. 

“What do you mean declined?” she looked at the waitress who stood not too far away from where she was sitting. “My cards don’t have a limit. It’s a black card.” 

“I understand, but…” the waitress frowned. “For some reason, the charges wouldn’t go through: Perhaps there was some sort of problem with the bank?” 

“What?” Amalia scoffed. She looked at her yoga friends who were sitting next to her inside a posh coffee shop. Amalia took a deep breath as she slowly repeated her words with a smile on her face. “There’s no way that my card would get declined because it doesn’t have a limit. Something like this has never happened before, and I mean… never. So… try it again.”