The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 138

**The Langford Group**

McNeil sat behind his desk, phone pressed tightly to his ear, his expression unreadable. Outside, his secretary and assistant hovered anxiously, neither daring to step inside. For more than two hours, the old man on the other end of the line had been berating McNeil relentlessly, his tirade showing no sign of ending.

McNeil barely moved, not daring to let the phone stray from his ear for even a second.

As soon as Curtis finished handling the crisis at Quantum Core Technologies, he hurried to McNeil's office.

"Grandfather, I have something urgent to deal with. If you're not done yelling at me, you'll have to wait till I get back to the manor-I'll listen to every word," Curtis said dryly, before hanging up and finally turning his attention to McNeil.

"How did things go over there?" McNeil asked.

He'd already seen the news. They had poured over a billion dollars into this project, and never imagined it would end like this.

Curtis shook his head. "It's hopeless."

developer was a talented young woman at your company. Set up a

says no to money. With the right incentive, almost anything could

through Curtis's mind, and guilt gnawed

start, but pride held him back. Back then, he'd sided with Violet-even though he knew full well that Victoria was the one who had written the original code. For the sake of the company, he'd kept her name out of

for her help-it was something he just couldn't

Curtis admitted, his tone

want Victoria and McNeil to cross paths. The atmosphere between them at that restaurant last time had been strange-he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about their

Just ask her

vein pulsed in Curtis's forehead. “Not everything can be solved with money. The problem is, Violet stole her intellectual property. How am I supposed to approach

main financial muscle. Even as president, Curtis's own authority was limited. If Violet hadn't been

losses weren't even catastrophic. If things really went south,

looked up, his eyes cold and sharp. "A billion dollars is not pocket change, Curtis. If you're too embarrassed to

this," Curtis started—but

white silk blouse, a matching knee-length skirt, and