The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 139

"We're all women here. I think I should be the one to talk to her—it'll go over better that way. You guys only ever try to throw money at a problem, but for women in this field, it's all about passion. Most of us do this because we love it, not for the paycheck. If you want to win her over, try appealing to her ideals. That'll get you further than just talking about money."

Violet glanced knowingly at Curtis. "Mr. Garcia, wouldn't you agree?"

Curtis thought back on his recent interactions with Victoria. From what he'd gathered, she came from a comfortable background. The idea of offering her money for her intellectual property made him uncomfortable. Was he really supposed to just buy her out?

Truth was, as CEO, he should have taken care of this before everything went sideways. If he had, maybe the game's disastrous collapse could have been avoided.

“Let's let Violet give it a try," he said finally, grasping at what felt like a last-ditch hope.

It was all he could do try whatever might work, however unlikely.

Victoria continued coming and going from work as usual, outwardly unfazed by the upheaval of recent days, as if none of it had anything to do with her.

the rush of

shivering a little in the lingering chill of spring, pulling her coat tighter around

of white wedding gowns glittered under the lights, reminding her of the dress she'd once designed-a dress that

then, a newly engaged couple walked in, faces radiant with

gowns. A shop assistant noticed her lingering outside, opened the door, and a wave of warm air spilled

have a look, miss?" the assistant offered kindly. Victoria felt caught out, like a child who'd been caught sneaking candy. She hesitated, flustered, but soon collected herself, replying softly, "No, thank you." She turned away, her figure

in the night sky. Down below, families strolled with their children, laughter

buzzed in her pocket, pulling her back to the present.

playing in the

where are you? Can

out, her breath turning to mist

had called her not for a game, but just to reach

home right