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 his assistant," Curtis explained

had it he'd built his fortune off his wife's family years

with these CEOs and their questionable taste. "What is it with these men and their secretaries? The way they act, it's

nothing, and the conversation was cut short

voice on the other end.

message

something to take care of. I'll

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

Ailie wasn't about to stay behind.

didn't ask what had come up—he just nodded. “All right, let me

You take Ailie home. I'll get

was somewhere she needed to be, and it wasn't a place she

later, Yasmine pulled up in a

melted into city traffic

Victoria headed

jade necklace and bracelet on display.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but that set's already been reserved. We have a

to take

turned cold. "I want this one. The others