Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

No Ads Chapter 181 Chapter 181 +53) Olivier dropped into the leather armchair in his study, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt as Margarette walked in behind him, carrying his suit jacket. He waved her off without thanks, stretching his legs out in front of him.

"That woman is something else," he said, rubbing his temple. "Acting like she knows everything just because she closed a few. property deals and landed one contract. Suddenly she thinks she's an expert in mineral rights?" Margarette hung the jacket neatly over a chair and turned back to him. "She does act a little... confident," she said carefully. "You were right not to let her speak too much in front of Father. It was disrespectful." Olivier scoffed. “It's not just disrespect. It's delusional. She thinks just because she can talk fast and quote a few reports that she understands real business. That's the problem with women like her. They confuse book knowledge with actual experience." Margarette nodded. “That's why I wanted my niece to be the one for Liam. She knew how to stay quiet. She wouldn't have challenged him." Sadly, Liam didn't like that idea and even bullied her niece to the point of banning her from the industry! If she had known that Liam wouldn't give her any face, she wouldn't have done something that damaged her niece forever.

"Your niece would've made sense," Olivier muttered. “But Liam's always been difficult. Always doing the opposite of what's expected. Just like his mother." He leaned forward and poured himself a drink from the decanter on the side table. "But it doesn't matter now. Father signed off. The money's coming. I don't need anyone's approval-not Liam's, not hers." Margarette moved to sit on the couch across from him. She folded her hands in her lap and gave a small nod. "You've always known what you're doing. You're just ahead of everyone else. They can't see it yet." Olivier downed half the glass. "Exactly. I've been in this industry longer than she's been out of school. But suddenly everyone wants to hear what she thinks." "You should do whatever you want," Margarette said as she refilled his glass. "Don't let them get in your way." "I won't. Let her play the clever wife. It won't last. The moment something goes wrong, she'll realize that no one's impressed anymore. Least of all in this family." Margarette nodded again, her voice quiet. “She'll learn. They always do." "Miss, here's an invitation from Mr. Weiss," Anna said. "This is for the engagement party that will happen... this Friday." Anna gave her a hesitant look before she handed the pink envelope to Izzy.

"Thanks, you can put it on the table," Izzy said. She's currently putting sfinal touches on her report that she needed to submit before she left the company. Friday would be her last day, and so she needed to do a lot of things for a seamless transition. Izzy isn't exactly doing this for the company but for her own people-the ones who decided not to leave the company.

Izzy continued typing, her focus entirely on the document in front of her. She barely glanced at the pink envelope resting on the table beside her. The engagement party wasn't her concern.

Seeing how preoccupied she was, Anna quietly stepped out of the office, closing the door behind her. She turned and immediately spotted Albert standing outside, looking uncertain.

Anna raised an eyebrow. "Do you need something?" Albert cleared his throat. "I was just wondering... how did Miss Rossi react?" Anna frowned. "React to what?" 1/3 10:21 Wed, 26 Mar Chapter 181 Albert shifted on his feet. "To the invitation." Anna crossed her arms. "She didn't react. She's working. What exactly was she supposed to do?" Albert gave a quick nod, muttered something under his breath, and walked away. Anna watched him go, confused.

A moment later. Pamella Johnson strode into the hallway. She didn't make eye contact with Anna and moved straight toward Izzy's office.

"Excuse me." Anna said, stepping in front of her. "You don't have an appointment." Pamella pushed past her. "Don't waste my time." Anna turned to follow but stopped at the office door, stunned.

Inside, Izzy had already looked up from her desk. She stared at Pamella, expression unreadable. “Anna, call security Pamella didn't sit. She stood near the door, arms folded.

"I'm here because of Calen," she said.

Izzy leaned back in her chair and tilted her head slightly. She didn't say anything right away. Then she gestured toward the chair across from her.

"Fine. Sit down." Pamella looked around the office, her eyes scanning the shelves and desk. "Nice office," she said. "Too bad you won't be needing it soon." After a moment, Pamella finally dropped into the chair across from her and turned to Anna.

"Geta coffee," she said.

"Don't bother, Anna," Izzy said. "I wouldn't want her to accuseof poisoning her or something." Pamella's jaw immediately tensed. "You're petty." Izzy shrugged. "Maybe. Now tellwhy you're here." Pamella let out a short breath, then pulled something from her purse. "I cto deliver this personally." She looked at the pink envelope still on the side table. "Glad to see you didn't throw it away." Izzy glanced at it, then looked back at her. “Why would I? It's just an invitation. Not like it means anything." Pamella held out another envelope. "This one's special. It's our wedding invitation. I want you to be there... as one of my bridesmaids." Izzy didn't take the envelope. She leaned back slightly. "I'll have to decline." Pamella tilted her head. "Still bitter about Calen marrying someone else?" Izzy chuckled and didn't bother hiding the look she gave her. "Where exactly are you getting that idea? And what makes you think I care?" Pamella didn't respond right away. She tapped the envelope on her lap. "If you're not bitter, then what's the problem? Isn't being my bridesmaid the perfect way to show everyone you're fine with it?"

"Do I look like Calen's mother? Why would I need to bless your marriage?" m This woman is truly confusing. e Pamella was a well-known socialite. Why was she acting like her brain had left her head a long tago? To be honest, Izzy is having a hard 2/3 Chapter 181 treading this woman. Why was she always trying to provoke Izzy? Did Izzy miss something? 53)

"Well, my dearest, our world is a bit different, isn't it?" Pamella said, ignoring Izzy's tone. Pamella shifted Ο Γ our ofa, face in her seat. "In our world, face matters. You know that. It would be better for everyone if you stood up there as a bridesmaid. It shows there's no bad blood. That everything is fine between us. Obviously, this is beneficial to both of our families."

Izzy said nothing. She watched Pamella carefully, trying to remember t if there was ever a moment between them that explained this sudden need for appearances. They weren't friends. They had never been close. In fact Pamella had tried to schagainst her just days ago. Her behavior simply doesn't make sense! She tilted her head. "Why is it so important to you that I look like the bigger person? We're not close. You tried to throwunder the bus more than once. So what's the big deal now?" Hearing this. Pamella didn't give an immediate answer. Instead, she got up and walked around the table. Izzy immediately got to her feet. She didn't like people standing over her.

"What's your deal, Pamella? This is tiring and frankly, you are disturbing me." Izzy asked.

Pamella didn't answer right away. She extended her hand toward Izzy.

Tm marrying Calen," Pamella said. "It makes sense to settle the past. We're women. Women should stand next to each other not against each other. Don't you think so to?" When Izzy didn't take her hand, Pamella smiled and reached out anyway, grabbing it before Izzy could step back.

Right then, the door opened. Calen walked in and stopped. His eyes landed on their hands.

"What are you- he began, then froze, seeing what looked like a handshake between them.

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