The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 128

Victoria rose gracefully, completely ignoring McNeil's offered hand.

"Sorry, I have something to take care of. Mr. Garcia, let's catch up another time."

She had no patience for McNeil's theatrics.

Violet placed her glass of water gently on the table, her voice cool and measured.

"Ms. Turner, what could be more important than dinner? As Mr. Garcia's assistant, we were just about to discuss this game partnership. I hear you know a thing or two about programming. Why not join us, take notes while we talk business over the meal?"

She gave Victoria a pointed look. "After all, that's part of an assistant's job, isn't it?"

Ailie nearly upended the steaming pot of tea the server had just brought-right over Violet's smug head.

But basic decency made her hold back.

that business talk should wait until after dinner, but

"Fine," she said.

At the launch today, Ms. Marchand claimed she wrote the game herself. Does she even have the source code? How long did it

gift for her own family. It was Ailie who'd convinced Victoria to bring

smiled. "Actually, I didn't write the

it so easily that Ailie was momentarily

giving no sign of surprise or intent to argue. She had no interest in claiming the

joked with them that they should

on Ailie. She clenched her fists under the table, frustrated,

didn't waver. "It doesn't matter who wrote

matter how popular a game is, it still needs to be launched, marketed, managed.

got her eye on this project-she thinks there's real potential here. If the company has talent like this, we should make the most

she'd swallowed something

whole program, but now others would get the money, the promotions, while she

table, desperate to speak up. Should she reveal the truth? The urge