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.

call Victoria,

there was a way to get under

ruthless-why hadn't the

to Mr. Garcia yet?" Ailie asked, barely containing her frustration. Jack, oblivious to her mood, shook his

"Not yet."

"I'll take them."

of the staffing plan, Ailie bolted out of the office and sped toward Victoria's workspace. She pushed the door open, only to find the

passed Violet's office just in time to hear Victoria's voice

Marchand, you wanted

Violet, poised and composed, her

sitting quietly in a leather chair, looked every inch the consummate executive in her sharp suit, her commanding presence

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

before her, a

so striking-honestly, you'd be an asset anywhere. The

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

"Wait, my assistant should be

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

arms and glanced calmly at Victoria.

"What

your figure, I asked Georgia to pick out something that would fit you perfectly. Make sure you wear it for the event the day after

her fingers touched the box, Violet suddenly rose

a management meeting to