The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 43

Victoria's eyes went cold in an instant, her tone turning frosty.

"Mr. Garcia, I have plans tonight. I won't be joining you."

Curtis had been genuinely inviting Victoria; from the moment he first saw her, he'd felt an inexplicable fondness.

"All right, that was presumptuous of me. Ms. Turner, you're welcome to start work whenever you like."

Victoria gave Ailie a brief nod before leaving, her demeanor distant and unreadable.

At lunchtime, she returned to the Simms residence. When she walked in, Yulia came out to greet her personally.

"Welcome home, Ms. Miller. You've been away for a couple of days-Mr. Miller was worried, asked about you several times."

Yulia was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, her hair swept into an elegant chignon. With delicate features and a curvy, graceful figure, she was exactly the type to catch a middle-aged man's eye at first glance.

"You seem to know my father quite well, don't you?"

a pointed undertone in Victoria's words. Yulia's face flickered with a hint of panic, but she quickly

housekeeper, but also Mr.

out, Victoria handed her coat to her and didn't spare Yulia

behavior of a spoiled heiress. She sneered inwardly-what

it home for lunch. The kitchen had gone all out, preparing a lavish spread

that Simms didn't much care for these delicacies either. A faint, mocking smile tugged at her lips. No need to guess

calmly took her seat at the table. Yulia, as if on

briefcase, helped him out of his coat, and draped it neatly over her arm-her

sounded unusually cheerful, even taking the initiative to greet his

a cool, cursory nod and turned her attention to the meal. "Yulia, come over

name, Victoria couldn't help

Yulia, our newest staff member. She'll be looking after you while you're at home. If you need

herself at home. Simms directed

Yulia had picked up her fork

maybe