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?"

Victoria's words. Yulia's face flickered

not only your housekeeper,

replied smoothly, regaining her composure. When Yasmine came out, Victoria handed her coat

behavior of a spoiled heiress. She sneered inwardly-what a fool-and followed them

The kitchen had gone all out, preparing a lavish spread that covered the

care for these delicacies either. A faint, mocking smile tugged at her lips. No need to guess who these dishes were for-clearly, they were

seat at the table. Yulia,

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

even taking

him a cool, cursory nod and turned her attention to

by name, Victoria couldn't

She'll be looking after you while you're at home.

Yulia? How eager she was to make herself at home. Simms directed Yulia

her fork before

here, so maybe you