The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 42

Because of their past connection, Victoria and Ailie slipped easily into

conversation, as if they were back in their university days. The rapport between them was effortless.

Before long, Ailie was pulling out two recent project proposals she'd been working on, eager for Victoria's opinion. Victoria, as sharp as ever when it came to the stock market and business trends, analyzed them with practiced ease. Even during her years married to McNeil, she'd never taken a day off-she'd reviewed financial statements and tracked market movements from her hospital bed after giving birth.

If not for her relentless efforts behind the scenes, the Langford family would never have achieved their current level of power and influence in Starfall City.

Victoria wasn't impressed with either of the companies Ailie brought up. She dissected the pros and cons with precision, even going so far as to uncover evidence of financial fraud at one of the firms. Ailie broke out in a cold sweat-her own insider information paled in comparison to Victoria's insight. Naturally, she deferred to Victoria's judgment.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Ms. Turner."

Curtis Garcia had, in fact, been standing outside the door for nearly ten minutes, quietly listening to their conversation.

He'd slowed his steps as soon as he heard Victoria's analysis. When Ailie had first suggested her old college friend as his new assistant, Curtis hadn't taken it seriously. She looked young, maybe mid-twenties, and didn't seem to have much real-world experience. He'd only agreed to meet her out of respect for Ailie's stellar track record at the firm—if things didn't work out, he figured he could politely decline.

But before he'd even had a chance to interview Victoria, her conversation with Ailie had already captured his full attention.

until their discussion wound down before finally

Garcia, this is the classmate I mentioned-Victoria," Ailie said, practically beaming as she ushered Victoria forward

the woman standing before him—no makeup, strikingly beautiful, with a natural elegance that left nothing to be desired. Beneath her poised exterior was an air of quiet confidence, a subtle aloofness in her every gesture. Dressed

the moment Curtis laid eyes on

Ailie made herself scarce, slipping out and closing the door behind her to leave

and incisive. He couldn't help but give her

He didn't bother to excuse himself, just answered right

an invitation from Mr. Langford? I've still got that bottle of Romanée-Conti at the K

a moment longer before hanging up.

a glimpse

slightly. McNeil did have a few close friends, and she vaguely recalled one of them

years of marriage,

brought her into his inner circle. His friends knew he

daughter. But they

no