Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 187 2 Hours Ago Liam sat at the head of the long table, sleeves rolled to his elbows, one hand tapping against a folder marked Projecto Verano: Colombia Site B. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the AC and the occasional sound of someone clearing their throat. Around him, four department heads waited, their expressions tight.

G "We received confirmation from the Bogotá office at 3:12 PM," said Julian Park, regional project coordinator. He slid a packet of photos across the table. “The protestors arrived before dawn. The local press got involved within the hour" Liam flipped through the images. Men and women holding handmade signs stood outside the construction fence. Shad tents set up. There were children in the background.

"They're locals?" Julian nodded. "Mostly, Indigenous land advocates and a few environmental watchdogs. They've filed a formal complaint with the regional planning board. Apparently, they weren't properly consulted before the groundbreaking" "Weren't they?" Liam asked.

"We followed protocol," said Alex Tan, head of legal. "But the NGO that filed the complaint is pushing for a new land survey. They're saying the environmental impact study we submitted was outdated." Liam leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.

"Do we know if the complaint has merit?" Alex hesitated. "There might be a gap in the data. The original study was done two years ago. The surrounding areas may have changed." "Then do a new study," Liam said. "Start it this week." "That won't stop the protests," Julian added. "We need a public statement or a site visit. Preferably both." "I'll go," said Martin Chavez, VP of Development for Latin America. "I can fly out tonight." Liam shook his head. "No. You'll stay here. You know the specs and the local contacts. You're more useful coordinating than shaking hands." "Then what should we do?" Liam tapped his fingers again. "Release a statement saying the company will reassess the environmental impact report with third-party oversight. Announce a community forum next week. Get someone from planning to start organizing it. Make sure there's local leadership present." "And the protestors?" "Let them stay," Liam said. "No police. No removals. We work around them. Give the media nothing to escalate." Julian nodded, taking notes.

"If they see us trying to fix the issue, they'll cool down. If we act like they're a nuisance, this will go international." Alex cleared his throat. "You don't want to fly out?" "I have another event tonight," Liam said as he checked his watch. "One I can't miss. If the rest of you handle this right, I won't have to." 84% Chapter 187 The room stayed quiet for a moment. Then, they all nodded.

"Givea status report every six hours until it's under control," Liam said, already rising from his seat. "Will do," Julian said.

Liam grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair and buttoned it while walking toward the door. "And updateif any cameras show up at the site. Especially international ones. We solve this fast and cleanly. I want that land issue gone before the end of the quarter." He was already out of the room before anyone could reply.

To his surprise, however, a familiar face was waiting for him outside.

"Liam..." Olivier Horvath greeted him.

Liam cto a halt the moment he saw who was waiting outside the meeting room.

"Olivier," he said flatly. “What are you doing here?" He didn't shake his hand. Nor even hide his irritation. Inwardly, he was already calculating how his father managed to bypass security and walk freely through the executive floor. No one had sent him a message. No assistant had called. How long had he been here? Olivier didn't waste a second. "I've been calling you since that little encounter this weekend. What kind of son ignores his own father like a stranger?" Liam didn't blink. "You are a stranger." Olivier's jaw tensed. "Watch your tone." "I don't have tfor this." Liam adjusted the cuff of his sleeve. "I have other business to attend to." Olivier took a step forward. "Fine. Then maybe I'll just go find Isabella Rossi. I'm sure she's not as busy." That made Liam pause.

He didn't react, not immediately, but his head turned slightly toward him. His father didn't need to say more. Liam exhaled once, then turned and started walking. "Follow me." He led his father down the hall to his private office and opened the door without a word. Olivier walked in first like he owned the space, his eyes scanning everything.

"Modern," he muttered. "Too modern." Liam closed the door behind them.

+13 "You redecorated since last time. What is this-charcoal gray?" Olivier ran a hand along the edge of a cabinet. "Looks like a tech startup in here. Not a real business." Liam moved past him and stood behind his desk. He didn't sit. "What do you want?" But Olivier was still walking, still inspecting.

"This desk looks cheap," he added, gesturing. "That's not oak. And the chairs? Plastic? Leatherette? This is what you spend investor money on?" "I didn't ask for a review of my office," Liam said.

Chapter 187 "The painting's off-center," Olivier continued. "And what's that supposed to be? Abstract? You always were too soft for real art." Liam didn't respond. He simply waited.

Finally, Olivier turned toward him, hands in his pockets. "Fine. I'll get to the point." He didn't get there yet. Not fully. He took his time, like always. But Liam was done indulging.

"You said Isabella's name," Liam cut in. "What do you want from her?" "From her?" Olivier lifted an eyebrow as he made himself comfortable on the couch. "Nothing." "I am not playing games, Olivier." "You should callFather." "You were never one," Liam snapped back. "If you chere to argue-" "I know about what you did," Olivier said.

Liam narrowed his eyes. In response, his father smiled. "You and that Rossi girl. I didn't expect you to marry each other." "Is this about you not being invited-" "You should letfinish talking, Liam." Liam clenched his jaw, but he said nothing and let his father continue.

Olivier leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. His eyes locked on Liam.

"I wondered," he began, "why a woman like Isabella Rossi would agree to marry you. Out of nowhere. No relationship. No announcement. No headlines. Just silence." Liam didn't move..

"So," Olivier continued, "I did what I do best. I looked into it." He paused, letting the air stretch between them. Liam still said nothing.

"And I found something," Olivier added. "Something interesting." He stood up slowly, walked to Liam's desk, and rested a hand against the surface. "Do you wanna hear it?" "Tell me," he said, his eyes narrowing, "does she know?" Liam's brows drew together. "Know what?"

"That you manipulated everything." Olivier's voice was quiet. Steadym "Including the night she found out calen Weiss was cheating on her... with her cousin Monica." Liam's expression didn't shift immediately, but his fingers curled ever so slightly on the edge of the desk.

Olivier tilted his head. "Did you tell her, Liam? That it wasn't an accident? That you knew about the affair long before it becpublic, long before she knew it? That you timed everything-so perfectly-that it all fell apart right when you needed it to?" The room went still.

#37 Sun, 30 Mar w Chapter 187 Olivier took one step back.

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"I'm just curious," he said. "Does Isabella know you were keeping tabs on her? That you watched beffor months before she even agreed to marry you? Speople might call that stalking, Liam. Has she figured that out yet? Then he smiled again. “Or is she still thanking you for saving her?" mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1