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.

times, tempted to call Victoria, but figured Victoria had

a way to get

the universe

barely

"Not yet."

"I'll take them."

bolted out of the office and sped toward Victoria's

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

you wanted

Violet, poised and composed, her

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

her a gentler air. The real showstopper, though, was her breathtaking beauty,

before her, a flicker

not a problem. Victoria, you're always so striking-honestly, you'd be an asset anywhere. The executives

"Thank you for your confidence, Ms. Marchand. If

her fingers on the desk. "Wait, my

sure what Violet was getting at, but since Violet insisted, she had no choice but to stand there in her heels for over ten minutes

arms and glanced calmly at Victoria.

hesitated. "What

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

goodwill. The moment her fingers touched the box,

just remembered—I have a management meeting to