The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 52

A deputy manager in the venture capital department and an executive assistant— truth be told, there weren't many chances for them to cross paths at work.

The head of VC was Ailie. Whenever something important came up, Victoria would still hand it over to her, not anyone else.

After work, Curtis had invited both Ailie and Victoria out to dinner.

Before heading out, Victoria called McNeil to see if he needed her to pick up Gwyneth. No one answered. She texted him, but still got no reply.

Whenever he went radio silent like this, it always meant she wasn't needed.

Victoria accepted Curtis's invitation without hesitation. She was only too happy to have the evening to herself for once.

Curtis chose a French restaurant with an elegant, romantic atmosphere. Still, three people at dinner always made it feel like someone was the odd one out.

Victoria, for her part, had never picked up on the fact that Curtis might be interested in her as more than a colleague. To her, he was just the boss-nothing more, nothing less.

They hadn't been eating long when a couple in their forties walked in.

The man wore a sharp suit, his physique trim and athletic, the kind that only years of disciplined workouts could achieve. His features were striking-handsome in a rugged, distinguished way-and everything about him, from the way he moved to the way he spoke, radiated the confidence of a man who knew his place in the world. The woman at his side wore a flowing evening dress; she was voluptuous and exuded a kind of mature allure, probably in her mid-thirties, her whole presence brimming with self-assurance and charm.

Curtis and Ailie both noticed that Victoria's gaze lingered on the pair.

Mr. Miller from Golden Era Enterprises—and

in high society knew Simms. Rumor had it he'd built his fortune off his

to be arm-in-arm with their bosses now?" Ailie muttered, clearly unimpressed with these CEOs and their questionable taste. "What is it with these

the conversation was cut

Mr. Miller's schedule," came Yasmine's voice on the

coolly, glancing at the message Yasmine had sent.

Garcia, I have something to take care of. I'll have to

in surprise. "You're leaving already? You haven't even finished your

stay behind. Having dinner alone with

ask what had come up—he just nodded. “All right, let me

need. You take Ailie home.

and it wasn't

later, Yasmine pulled up in a black sedan to pick her

into city traffic and

Victoria headed straight

matching set of jade necklace and bracelet

manager looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but that set's already been reserved. We

like to take

this one. The