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.

to argue that business talk should wait until after dinner, but Victoria simply

"Fine," she said.

the side. "A game partnership, huh? At the launch today, Ms. Marchand claimed she wrote

meant as a gift for her own family. It was Ailie who'd convinced Victoria to bring it to the company, hoping to turn a profit. If she'd known Violet would swoop in and

"Actually, I didn't write the

easily that Ailie was momentarily

to argue. She had no interest in claiming the

help IT fix a few bugs that day," Violet continued breezily. "I joked with them that they should put my name down as developer. Must've been a misunderstanding. Ms. Ailie, didn't

She clenched her fists under the table, frustrated, remembering too late that she

"It doesn't matter who wrote it

glanced at her. "Exactly. No matter how popular a game is, it still needs to be launched, marketed, managed. Without investment

this project-she thinks there's real potential here. If the company has talent like this, we should make the most of it. Money's not an issue. I'm also considering promoting Violet

looked like she'd swallowed

whole program, but now others would get the money, the promotions, while she was left to be mocked. Where was

Victoria's hand under the table, desperate to speak up. Should she reveal the truth?