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.

waited until their discussion wound down before finally stepping

practically beaming as she ushered

an air of quiet confidence, a subtle aloofness in her every gesture. Dressed in a sharp business suit, she looked less like a job applicant and more like

laid eyes

herself scarce, slipping out and

simple questions. She answered smoothly, her responses quick and incisive. He couldn't help but give her a

they were wrapping up, Curtis's phone rang. He didn't bother

I've still got that bottle of Romanée-Conti at the K Bar. We'll open it today to celebrate your reunion with your lovely

longer before hanging up. As his

Victoria caught a glimpse of the caller's

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

years of marriage,

His friends knew he was married, and that

But

no