The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 120

"It's Mr. Langford and Ms. Marchand from The Langford Group."

Immediately, one of the staff stepped forward and ushered Violet to a seat in the very front row.

Curtis took a seat right next to McNeil.

"I wanted to show you the new game our tech team's developed. Mr. Langford, if you're interested, maybe you could join our next project."

McNeil's face remained impassive. "I'm only here to support Violet. Though, you do have quite a knack for pimping out your company, don't you?"

Curtis fell silent. That choice of words made him glance over McNeil's shoulder at Violet, both men momentarily stunned.

Pimping out? Really?

Well, alright then.

Curtis cleared his throat. "The program was written by a very talented woman in my company. She's quite a rare find."

McNeil, clearly uninterested, barely reacted.

As the game launch officially began, Gwyneth pointed at the giant screen. "Hey, that looks just like the game I played!"

But not quite it was another racing simulator, similar but not the same.

try?" the host

up before the host even finished speaking. She was already on her feet. "I'll do

audience,

Well, isn't she everywhere?

even play video

to be her big day, the one where she stole

at McNeil and then at the little

her like a bolt of

Gwyneth?

daughter's birthday today,

how exactly did Gwyneth end up

quickly snapped a photo and sent it to

sure you're going to celebrate

a "sweet little angel," huh? The kid was busy tagging along with her dad, fawning over

to come to the launch. As the manager of the Investment Department, Ailie's attendance was enough-Violet hadn't even

Victoria was still at home, waiting like

hours had passed. She chatted absentmindedly with Lyndon and the

Still no

her phone buzzed with a

opened it and realized Gwyneth was