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.

Victoria, but figured Victoria had probably seen the list

way to get under someone's

was ruthless-why hadn't the universe struck

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

"Not yet."

"I'll take them."

two copies of the staffing plan, Ailie bolted out of the office and sped toward Victoria's workspace. She pushed the

back, she passed Violet's office just in time to

wanted to see

composed, her posture straight

every inch the consummate executive in her sharp suit, her commanding presence filling the room.

the soft knit dress beneath her blazer gave her a gentler air. The real showstopper, though, was her breathtaking beauty, outshining Violet no matter

stunning woman before

PR tomorrow. I trust that's not a problem. Victoria, you're always so striking-honestly, you'd

you for your confidence, Ms. Marchand. If there's nothing

the desk. "Wait, my assistant

but to stand there in

her arms and glanced

hesitated. "What is

perfectly. Make sure you

her fingers touched the box, Violet

a management meeting