The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 61

A sleek, understated luxury van pulled up in front of The Azure Palace Hotel.

The banquet was set on the fifty-eighth floor, and as Victoria and Ailie entered the ballroom, the room's lively conversation instantly died down. Every man in the room seemed to turn and stare, their eyes drawn almost magnetically—not to the pair, but to Victoria alone.

Across the room, Curtis was deep in conversation with a group of executives, lounging on a black leather sofa. Sensing the sudden hush, he glanced over-and the moment he saw Victoria, he couldn't help but rise to his feet.

Behind him, the city sprawled in a dazzling display of lights, neon weaving through the night in a seductive haze. The backdrop made Curtis, dressed in a tailored suit, look even more distinguished, a man entirely at ease in his element.

Ailie caught the look in her boss's eyes-equal parts admiration and intrigue. Without a word, she slipped away, content to fade into the background.

"Victoria." Curtis walked over, stopping at her side. Together, they looked every bit the perfect pair.

"I hope I'm not late?" he asked, his voice warm.

Night had only just fallen, a faint streak of light lingering on the horizon outside. The driver had timed their arrival precisely; there was no way they could be late.

You're right on time," Victoria

offered his hand, his eyes alight with anticipation. Victoria hesitated, just for a moment,

to

who's your stunning companion?"

is Victoria, my assistant. She oversees all

"assistant" suggested, but the men were clearly more interested in gossip than

to meet you," they chimed

in turn. She might not have met these men before, but she recognized their

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Victoria knew just how

Standing beside Curtis, Victoria

beat, she chose to listen, not speak. When someone made a point, she nodded along politely, even if it was exaggerated or untrue. She was smart enough never to draw attention to