The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 136

Victoria made her way toward the conference hall, only to be stopped halfway by someone approaching from behind.

A black suit jacket was draped over her shoulders, enveloping her completely in its warmth and shielding her from prying eyes.

She looked up and found Curtis standing before her.

"Why are you dressed like that?" he asked, frowning.

Just moments ago, chaos had erupted-Violet had suddenly fainted onstage, prompting McNeil to whisk her away from the crowd. Curtis had followed, but by the time he reached the hallway, the two had already vanished.

Scanning the crowd, he immediately spotted Victoria, but was taken aback by how revealing her outfit was. Acting on pure instinct and a possessiveness he couldn't quite hide-he slipped off his own jacket and wrapped it around her, unwilling to let anyone else see her like that.

Victoria didn't bother to explain that it was Violet who'd insisted she wear the dress. There was no need.

She accepted Curtis's jacket with a grateful smile.

"The next part is just the contract signing-boring stuff," Curtis said. "Why don't you head to the back and get some rest?"

dressed like that. As luck would have it, Ailie had just come

hall and had hurried out herself —mostly to spare

Ms. Turner?" Curtis asked, needing to return to his place and finish up

than happy to oblige; drumming up support for Violet had been the most

she said

hotel had set up for them. As soon as the door closed behind them, Ailie let

her lips curling upward despite herself as Ailie ranted about how McNeil had invested over half a billion dollars into this new game. Over the years, McNeil had certainly grown

the corner, the timing of the

watch while they make a fortune off it," Ailie whined, tearing up as she squeezed Victoria's hand. "I'm sorry. I should've gone to the tech department and made it clear you were the real developer. Violet wouldn't have been able to steal

voice steady and

didn't care—she simply knew there was no changing the past, so what was

Hospital.

she saw McNeil sitting at her bedside, his

she whispered, "I ruined

was gentle. "Nothing is more important than your