The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 112

Compared to the pale blue gown Curtis had given her last time, tonight's dress lent Victoria an air of regal elegance and quiet mystery.

The moment she lifted her gaze, soft moonlight spilled across her delicate features, making her breathtakingly beautiful-so much so that she seemed almost unreal.

As Victoria stepped out of the car, a flurry of camera flashes greeted her. The media, their spotlights trained on the mysterious socialite, whispered among themselves, speculating about her identity.

"Victoria, you look absolutely stunning tonight. So chic!" Ailie chirped, trailing at Victoria's side in her own cocktail dress-a touch playful, but clearly outshone by Victoria's presence.

"Ms. Turner, I'll be waiting for you outside," Yasmine said respectfully as she closed the car door.

Victoria nodded with quiet composure, then walked into the venue with Ailie.

Violet, who had taken the day off, made an appearance that evening as well. She was already surrounded by a small crowd, all of them beaming and eager to flatter her.

Victoria caught sight of her and scanned the room-no sign of McNeil.

smile played at Victoria's lips. Clearly, the old man had

nothing more than basking in Violet's spotlight, hadn't

Curtis was at

were Ms. Marchand's suggestions. Ms. Marchand, your vision is remarkable-we'd love to learn from your

Mr. Garcia who deserves the credit. I was

Curtis, who responded with a polite smile but kept

many projects was McNeil's backing. Of course, Curtis's

though most of the company's efforts lately

Violet was a rising star in the business world-a celebrated investor. Years of Ailie's hard work could hardly compare; with McNeil's

She was as impeccably

Curtis. He soon joined Violet's circle, even allowing her to slip her

they...?" someone asked, surprised. Wasn't Violet supposed

Langford Group all have business partnerships," Violet explained, clearing up the

in exchanging pleasantries. Curtis had asked her to give a speech tonight on the