Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 205 2 9010 (+58) "So, you wanted to be Izzy's main caretaker?" Alcaraz asked, arms crossed. "How did you even get out?" Amalia leaned back in the chair across from her, legs crossed neatly, looking far too comfortable for someone who'd just stepped out of prison. "My release is none of your business," she said. "I'm her only living relative. It's my responsibility now." Atty. Alcaraz didn't move.

"I want to know where she is," Amalia continued. "I'll be the one taking care of things-medical, legal, estate matters. Everything. Also," she added, pulling a paper from her purse, "I'd like you to represent my daughter Monica. She's still being held for that incident with Cecil Weiss. You'll find the case details attached." Maria didn't look at the folder. "Is that it?" "No. I also want to be with Isabella. Twenty-four seven. I want access to her doctors, her schedule, her security. I'll make sure she gets better." Atty. Alcaraz blinked once, then let out a short laugh. "You're insane." Amalia frowned.

"You think I'm going to give you access to the swoman you've spent years stealing from?" Alcaraz said. "Do you even hear what you're saying?" Amalia placed both hands on the armrest and leaned forward. "I knew you'd say that. That's why I cprepared." She stood, opened her purse, and pulled out her phone. She tapped a number quickly, then held it to her ear.

"Cin," she said.

A few seconds later, the outer office door opened again. Alcaraz's assistant turned from her desk, ready to intercept, but a tall man in a tailored gray suit brushed past her and entered without hesitation.

"Who is this?" Alcaraz asked, watching him.

Amalia turned with a small smile. "This is David Holt. My attorney." David gave Alcaraz a nod, then pulled a folder from his briefcase and set it on her desk.

"We're filing for emergency guardianship over Isabella Rossi's estate and medical decisions," he said. "As per Amalia Rossi's claim as the closest blood relative, and in light of her current condition, we believe this is a reasonable request." "That includes medical access, financial oversight, and legal control over any contractual matters, including those involving the Rossi Group," David continued. "We'll be filing it in two hours. But we're giving you the courtesy of reviewing it now." Atty. Alcaraz opened the folder. One glance told her they were serious. She shut it again.

Amalia sat back down, satisfied. "Now, are you going to tellwhere my niece is, or should we let the court decide?" "Well..." Maria leaned back. "I really do appreciate the effort-" "Ma'am, we have a problem," one of Lawyer Alcaraz's assistants rushed in, with a panicked look on her face. However, before she could tell her what the problem was, a group of men wearing black suits walked in. "Who are you and what-" 1/3 Gal, 98% +58) Chapter 205 An old voice echoed from the hallway. "Maria... it's nice seeing you." Atty. Alcaraz turned her head and stood slowly. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she saw who it was. Gregory Vasili stepped into the room with the ease of someone who never waited to be invited. He was flanked by two suited men and trailed by his grandson, Frederik.

Maria didn't move from her position behind the desk.

"Mr. Vasili," she said evenly. "Your meeting was scheduled for forty minutes from now. May I ask what compelled you to disregard the schedule and walk into my office without an appointment?" Gregory didn't bother with a scat. He scanned the room briefly, then fixed his eyes on Amalia.

"I heard there was a conversation happening about Miss Rossi's future," he said. "Given the urgency, I saw no reason to delay." Maria kept her expression blank. Frederik stepped forward.

"The board is concerned," he said. "With Miss Rossi's condition becoming a liability." and the media stirring panic, her absence is "And what does that have to do with Miss Amalia being here?" Maria asked, already anticipating the answer. Gregory gave a subtle nod to David Holt, who remained quiet.

kin can petition for temporary oversight." "The company requires leadership," Frederik replied. "And by law, if,,mary Maria didn't even blink. "That's not automatic. And she's not next of kin. She's a shareholder is incapacitated, the next of David Holt stepped forward again, adjusting the file on the desk. "The petition is backed by precedent. And we have no evidence that Miss Rossi had legally appointed another guardian prior to her hospitalization. Given that, the court is likely to approve Amalia's motion." Maria flipped open the file again, this tslower. She scanned the document and closed it calmly. Then looked up.

"Do you think a motion filed by someone who embezzled funds from the very estate she's now trying to control will survive a hearing? You must be joking." Gregory finally sat.

"If you deny her access, you're leaving the board with no choice." "I'm not the board," Maria said. "And I don't respond to threats made in my office."

Frederik stepped closer, setting a second file next to David's. "This m includes a list of shareholders who would be willing to support the petition. If this becomes a vote, it won't end well for you." Maria looked back at Gregory. "You just walked into the wrong office with the wrong plan." Gregory's smile didn't waver. Amalia folded her arms, smug. She had always known that many people would start approaching her about Izzy's situation. But she never expected them to be this obvious.

"Let's see who the law actually sides with," she accepted a file that her secretary gave her. "Before we waste the court's time, perhaps you should review this."

Gregory took the folder with a sharp motion, his eyes narrowing as he read the first few lines Frederik M leaned closer to look over his shoulder. Amalia waited, growing impatient as Gregory's grip on the paper tightened. 2/3 09:54 Sat, 19 Apr Chapter 205 "What is this?" Gregory asked quietly, flipping to the second page.

98% 58) Before he could turn to the next, Amalia reached over and yanked the folder from his hand. She scanned the first paragraph, confusion etching deeper across her face. Her eyes darted back to Maria.

"What does this mean?" Amalia demanded. "This isn't-this can't be right." Maria didn't answerimmediately. She stood and took her twalking around the desk. Her heels struck the floor with a soft but deliberate rhythm. When she reached the end of the table, she turned to face the room. "Three months ago," Maria said, "Isabella Rossi signed that document. It grantstemporary control authority over her assets, legal matters, and medical decisions-should anything happen to her." Amalia's hand tightened around the folder.

"She predicted vultures might appear in situations like this. She was right."