Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife (Izzy) novel Chapter 213

I Get What I Came For

“Mr. Nakamura is ready,” Mondo said from the front seat.

Izzy nodded. “Thanks.” She stepped out of the car, adjusting her coat as she looked up at the sleek glass building in front of her.

Inside the elevator, she watched the numbers climb steadily toward the top floor. Her mind wasn’t focused on the view. It was focused on Liam- or at least she was doing her best not to focus on him.

All of this–every file, every email, every flagged transaction–had come from his network. It was Mondo who delivered them, but it didn’t take much to figure out the trail. Liam had these documents long before her crash probably long before their marriage. Maybe he was planning to use them against his father when the time came. Maybe not. He never told her. But that didn’t matter now.

What mattered was that she had them. And she wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.

Klaus Reinhardt had already been convinced. Another executive–Martine Duroc- followed shortly after. But Nakamura… he would be different. Younger. Quieter. And, according to Mondo, harder to read.

The elevator opened with a soft chime.

A woman in a charcoal–gray uniform stood waiting, her hair pulled into a neat bun. She bowed slightly, then gestured for Izzy to follow without a word.

They walked down a long, quiet hallway. The floors were polished black marble, and the walls were lined with white paneling and glass. There was no artwork, no logos, nothing to suggest this was one of Horvath Holdings‘ most powerful regional offices. Just silence and space. Minimalist. Efficient.

They stopped at a tall, matte–black door. The woman knocked once, opened it, and stepped aside.

Inside, the office stretched wide, with floor–to–ceiling windows behind a desk that was too clean to be used often. A young man stood by the window, looking out. He turned as Izzy entered.

“Isabella Rossi,” she said, stepping forward and offering a hand.

“Tim Nakamura,” he replied, shaking it. “You can just call me Tim.”

She nodded once. “Mr. Nakamura-”

He cut in. “Only my father/likes that title. And he’s in Tokyo.”

Izzy waited.

“My mother’s American,” he added, walking over to the desk. “So technically, I’m a hybrid. Very modern. Very global. Coffee?”

“No, thank you.”

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He poured himself a cup anyway and took a seat, gesturing for her to do the same. “So

Isabella Rossi, or Rossi Group. Almost died last week. And now, walking around alone with a bandage on her head and a mission. I don’t know why you would suddenly schedule a meeting with me, considering I never had dealings with Rossi Group.”

Izzy sat. “You’ve done your research.”

“I was told to be thorough.”

She didn’t react. “Then you probably know why I’m here.”

Tim leaned back in his chair. “That depends. Is this personal, business, or revenge?”

Izzy met his eyes. “All three.”

“I’m here,” Izzy said, “because I’m hoping you’ll vote for Liam Horvath in tomorrow’s session.”

Tim’s cup paused just before reaching his lips. He set it back down.

“You’re here for Liam, and here I thought you were here for me.” He leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. “Interesting. That’s a bold thing to admit, considering you’re not wearing a badge that says ‘Horvath Holdings‘ on it.”

“I’m not here in an official capacity,” she said.

“So you’re just… what? A concerned citizen? A fan of corporate stability?”

“I’m here because I think he’s the only one in that room who isn’t trying to bleed the company dry.”

Tim chuckled, then let his gaze slide downward, slow and deliberate. His eyes dropped from her face to her coat, then to the edge of her dress where her crossed legs were exposed. He didn’t look away when she shifted slightly in her seat.

“Maybe I’d consider it,” he said. “If you gave me something worthwhile.”

Izzy’s expression didn’t change.

Tim tilted his head. “You know, this is a private office. No assistants. No cameras. Just two people talking. We could have a… longer conversation. If you want.”

Izzy’s hand rested calmly on the arm of the chair.

Tim leaned forward again. “Liam’s a tough sell. He has a reputation. Cold. Controlling. Some say unstable. But you… you walked in here, bandaged up and sharp as hell, asking me for a favor. That tells me there’s something else going on. Something. between you and Liam that no one else knows about.”

Izzy stayed silent. Tim Nakamura had a reputation for being… someone who likes women. She knew what the man was implying, but decided to ignore it.

Tim watched her carefully. “So the question is… what are you offering?”

Izzy smiled and leaned back in her chair. She crossed her legs the other way–slow,

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deliberate, but not in the way he was hoping for.

“I can help you with something,” she said. “Something you’ve been circling for a while now.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “That so?”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a thin folder. It wasn’t thick–just a single page inside–but the logo on the corner was enough to shift his attention. Nakamura’s hand paused mid–reach for his coffee again.

“You’ve heard of AvraTech,” she said.

He didn’t answer, but his eyes were already on the folder.