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."

fingers on the desk, thoughtful. "I remember you once told me the lead developer was a talented young woman at your company. Set up a meeting I'd like

money. With the right incentive,

mind, and guilt gnawed

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

help-it was

Curtis admitted,

but Curtis didn't 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 dynamic made

complicated?" McNeil pressed. "Isn't she your company's star developer? Just ask her to patch things up and relaunch

forehead. “Not everything can be solved with money. The problem is, Violet stole her intellectual property. How am

was Violet's biggest backer, the company's main financial muscle. Even as president, Curtis's own authority was limited. If Violet hadn't been so desperate for the spotlight, he wouldn't be in this humiliating position, with no courage

catastrophic. If things really went south, they could always cut

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

think I should handle this," Curtis started—but

crisp white silk blouse, a matching knee-length