The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 72

Ailie let out a laugh, light but edged. "Well, that was quite a show. I agree with most of it. Mr. Garcia, why don't we let Ms. Marchand take the lead on this project?"

Curtis rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. There was definitely some tension sparking between Violet and Ailie, nothing unusual for upper management, but today the two Investment Department managers were openly at odds-neither bothering to hide their disdain.

Violet had only wanted to make things difficult for Victoria, but hadn't expected Ailie to turn on her. The drone project was a hot potato-no one really wanted it.

"Ms. Marchand," Ailie said, her tone saccharine and steely at once, "I'm optimistic about your enthusiasm. How about this: give me a detailed report within three days."

She wasn't letting Violet off the hook. The rest of the team watched the scene unfold as if they were ringside at a boxing match.

Curtis stood up abruptly. "Meeting adjourned."

Back at her desk, Victoria slipped off her shoes, rubbing her aching feet. She wasn't surprised when Ailie came striding over.

"That woman—does she know you? I swear she was gunning for you today on purpose," Ailie hissed, jaw clenched tight.

Victoria just smiled. Know her? That didn't even begin to cover it.

But she had no interest in discussing Violet.

Just before clocking out, Victoria got a message from McNeil: no need to pick up Gwyneth tonight. She knew exactly what that meant he was taking their daughter over to see Violet.

bother answering; even if

her things to head home, while outside her colleagues' voices

pick her up again. She's so lucky-Mr. Langford

all playboys, but Mr. Langford is nothing like that. Plus, Ms. Marchand is gorgeous and so damn competent-l heard she used to race cars? No wonder

the front doors just in time to see McNeil's car glide

as McNeil got out and walked around to open the door for Violet.

arm.

"Don't," she said quietly.

the man chauffeuring another

you stand this? If it

"Someone I stopped loving

to stoop to a fight. If he didn't

night, McNeil took Violet

in a few days and was in high spirits. Gwyneth

you going to play your games tonight?" Violet asked, surprised. Usually Gwyneth begged to play video games whenever

too

game with

"But you used to have so

to play to