The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 47

Curtis's thoughts were still on Victoria, so his agreement was a little distracted. "Sure," he replied absently.

It took him a couple of seconds to process what he'd just agreed to. "Wait- what?"

"Are you really okay with Violet going out to work?" Isaac teased the two of them, but it was Gwyneth who actually spoke up.

"Ms. Marchand needs to get a job? But your dad's loaded! Why not let her take care of you instead? If she's working, I won't even be able to come see you when I want to."

Gwyneth pouted, clearly unhappy at the prospect.

"Your mom has your dad to support her, but Violet wants to stand on her own two feet," Violet said with a playful smile, tapping Gwyneth's nose affectionately. It was her way of gently distancing herself from Victoria.

From what Violet had heard, Victoria had never worked a day in her life-she'd just played the role of lady of the house in the Langford family. Besides her college degree and good looks, Violet guessed she didn't have much else going for her, though McNeil rarely mentioned Victoria in her presence.

"So my mom's kind of useless, huh?" Gwyneth wrinkled her nose and snuggled up closer to Violet.

Curtis shot Violet a thoughtful look. With her master's degree in finance from Northriver University, Violet would be one of the most qualified people in the company if she joined.

"Sounds good to me," he said.

drifted to other

the time Victoria arrived at K Bar, night had already

with some snacks on the table. When she spotted Victoria walking in, she waved her

private, but Ailie was an old friend. Since Victoria had married McNeil, her social circle had all but vanished; Ailie was

the divorce was finalized, Victoria knew she'd still be responsible for Gwyneth, and sooner or later people would find out she was McNeil's

admitted quietly. "I just don't want to get

did that happen? I never heard a

as Ailie remembered, Victoria had never even dated

Victoria replied. "My daughter's

Garcia. Isn't that a good thing?" Ailie

"My husband and I are in the middle of

Ailie practically choked, gulping down a

Mr. Garcia must know who you

circles on her glass with her fingertip. That night, with a

tongue, she ended up telling Ailie

name in the book. Victoria finally felt some of the frustration and

divorcing that jerk anyway, and Mr. Garcia doesn't even know who you are. Just play dumb-don't throw away a good job over this. Our company really is great," Ailie urged, acting