The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 116

McNeil's car pulled up outside Quantum Core Technologies just as the others arrived.

The headlights swept across the pavement, illuminating the building as if it were midday. Violet slid into the front seat, buckled her seatbelt, and watched as Curtis opened the passenger door for Victoria.

She never imagined she'd run into Victoria again—and with another man, no less.

Violet glanced over at McNeil. His hand was resting on the steering wheel, but his eyes were fixed on Curtis and Victoria standing by the curb.

With a faint, knowing smile, Violet said, "That's Victoria."

McNeil didn't react.

"I didn't expect her to start working at Quantum Core," Violet continued, keeping a close eye on McNeil's expression. "When she first came on as Mr. Garcia's assistant, I actually thought you'd recommended her."

"It wasn't me," McNeil said flatly, his gaze still tracking Victoria as she got into Curtis's car.

Violet kept her tone light, but her words were measured. "I figured as much. Still, it's impressive—Victoria really surprised me. I always thought she was just good at running a household, but she's turned out to be a real powerhouse at work. You missed quite a show at the company gala the other night-thanks to your injury, of course. Victoria's speech was incredible. The whole room was captivated-she was so confident, so charismatic. And the dress she wore? Let's just say she had every man in the place hanging on her every word. Honestly, even I couldn't look away."

exaggerated for effect, but McNeil remained

on. "And look at Curtis. Honestly, I think he's got a thing for Victoria. She's

standing out as if he might snap

flashing before it slowly merged

hit the gas, and the car surged forward-maybe

in a small, secretive

bad, Violet thought, she's using it in all the

hadn't even noticed McNeil's car behind

spent the drive immersed in talk about their project, and the more they spoke, the more Curtis realized just how talented

phone

apologized to Curtis, asking

to pick me up. Thank you for the ride, Mr.

arranging for her to intercept them en

one, Curtis was McNeil's friend-and it was clear he was

under wraps. Whether as McNeil's ex-wife or as Simms's biological daughter, neither family wanted

Turner now-Ms. Turner. Not Mrs. Langford, and