The Villain's Wife

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Unbeknownst to Alessandra, Lisa had already taken action. His ability to gather intel when it came to Jennie was unparalleled. He would never allow anything to happen to Jennie, not on his watch. So even before Alessandra had asked someone to retrieve the CCTV footage, Lisa had already beaten her to it and sent it over to Irene.

"Disrupt Alessandra's tour in Europe." Jennie instructed to her subordinate over the phone. "Regarding CCTV footage that Irene had just sent you, I want you to distribute it to all of Alessandra's existing sponsors in the west. I want her blacklisted."

"Monitor all major social media platforms. I'm sure Alessandra would play dirty and upload a video shot from a different angle that would play to her advantage. So I want you to take down that video before it gets circulated. Remove all traces of it from the internet. I do not want to see Alessandra's name trending in the internet searches," Jennie added before dropping the call.

Jennie's lips curled into a small smile. Tricks like this might work on the weak but Jennie was not weak. Alessandra wouldn't even know what hit her.

"President, are we going to continue shopping?" Irene asked meekly. She was feeling a little guilty for not being around when Jennie was being targeted earlier.

"No need. Let's just go home. People are becoming bolder. I need to expedite my plans and establish my footing here." She would forever be labelled only as Lisa's wife unless she establish her own footing in this country.

Akane, Alessandra were just two examples. Who knows how many other women might come to scheme against her? How tiring it would be to have to endlessly slap them in the face? Jennie would rather use her time to earn more money ah. Her time would also be better spent with Lisa.

At the thought of Lisa, Jennie realized she hadn't managed to get him anything. Since Jennie also needed a little favor from her husband, she decided that she would need to put in some effort to please him.

After all, a little effort goes a long way.

"So you cooked dinner for me?" Lisa eyed the food chafer on the table. Loosening his tie, he took a seat at the table across Jennie.

"Hmmm..." Jennie nodded, her face serious. "I think I did good this time. I followed Gordon Ramsay's tutorials online."

"I took the time to set the table for a candlelight dinner. Quick, open it!" Jennie beamed. She was excited for Lisa to open the chafer himself. After all, this dinner was specially prepared for him.

Lisa opened the round chafer with a little anticipation. "Scrambled eggs?" he smiled.

"The perfect one," Jennie said with pride. Gordon Ramsay had said in his tutorial that cooking the perfect scrambled eggs is not an easy feat. The one right now in front of them was truly a work of art and Jennie was proud of it.

"Hmmm... this is very good!" Lisa praised. Truthfully, the scrambled eggs made by Jennie was really delicious. It was buttery and not overcooked. However, the happiness that he felt was short lived.

Lisa immediately furrowed his brows and rose from his seat and approached Jennie with a dark face. "What happened to your hands?" he asked in concern while examining Jennie's hands that were red with small blisters. Upon taking a closer look, it was obvious that some ointment was clumsily applied on the blisters that made some parts of her hands appear a little white and glossy. "You burned yourself?"

"It wasn't a big deal. I already put some-"

"Do not step behind a stove to cook ever again," he interrupted her.

"It's just a little burn. It's part of the learning process," murmured Jennie with her head down. "I'm fine, go back to your seat and eat. Don't waste my effort," she pouted.