The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 132

Victoria's grip on her phone tightened for a moment.

Still, she answered in an even tone, "Alright."

Then, silently, she set her phone down.

Ailie sat in her office, replaying Victoria's words in her mind, but no matter how long she mulled it over, she couldn't make sense of them.

Just then, Jack knocked on the door, holding a stack of schedules.

"What's this?” she asked, eyeing him suspiciously as she took the papers.

"Staff roster and seating chart for the day after tomorrow."

Ailie glanced at the sheets and was so exasperated she couldn't even find the energy to complain.

Front-of-house lead: Victoria.

Master of ceremonies: Victoria.

And for the list of VIPS Victoria was assigned to greet, the name McNeil stood out.

Damn it, Violet Marchand was definitely doing this on purpose.

to call Victoria, but figured Victoria had probably seen

was a way to get under someone's

really was ruthless-why hadn't the universe struck her down

you bring these to Mr. Garcia yet?" Ailie asked, barely containing

"Not yet."

"I'll take them."

office and sped toward Victoria's workspace. She pushed the door open,

she passed Violet's office just

wanted to see

and composed, her posture straight and

consummate executive in her sharp suit, her commanding presence filling the room. Now, with her new office

but the soft knit dress beneath her blazer gave her a gentler air. The real showstopper, though, was

the stunning woman before her, a

so striking-honestly,

"Thank you for your confidence, Ms. Marchand. If there's nothing else, I'll get back to

tapped her fingers on the desk. "Wait, my assistant should

insisted, she had no choice but to stand there in her heels for over ten minutes before Georgia finally arrived,

and glanced calmly at Victoria.

hesitated. "What is

perfectly. Make sure you wear it for the event the day

of goodwill. The moment her fingers touched

a management meeting to attend. Ms. Turner,