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.

ended, she set off down the bustling city streets alone, blending into the rush of people under the newly lit streetlamps. The skyscrapers in the distance sparkled, their lights casting a brilliant glow across the sky

windows filled with displays, shivering a little in the lingering chill of spring, pulling her coat tighter around her. Eventually, she came

gowns glittered under the lights, reminding her of the dress she'd once designed-a dress that had embodied all her hopes for marriage and her

the cold glass. Just then, a newly engaged couple walked

watched them quietly as they browsed the gowns. A shop assistant noticed her lingering outside,

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,

fireworks were blooming in the night sky. Down below, families strolled

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

looked out at the children running and playing in the square, her

are you? Can you come

her breath turning to mist in the cold

Gwyneth had called her not for a game, but

right now, sweetheart. Is something