The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 146

"I'm full, I'll leave you to it. Enjoy your meal."

With graceful poise, Victoria rose from the table and headed upstairs.

Violet's knuckles were white as she gripped her glass. "There's no way Curtis would sell the game and then split the profits with Victoria. That's impossible, isn't it?"

McNeil, unfazed from start to finish, spoke quietly. "He wants Victoria to stay at the company."

No one noticed the shadow that flickered in his eyes as he said this a darkness that seemed to shroud him, his entire presence radiating a chilling, simmering anger.

Simms was visibly frustrated. He'd thought that appealing to Victoria's emotions or reason would persuade her to help fix the game, but instead he'd lost hundreds of thousands on a worthless investment and walked away empty-handed.

Sensing Simms' mood souring, Yulia tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. Violet, however, couldn't hide her embarrassment or her disappointment.

"No one wanted things to end up like this," she said, voice tight. "And it's not Violet's fault."

McNeil broke the tension with his calm, steady tone. "This time, the loss from Golden Era Ventures' investment is on me."

His words hung in the air, plunging the room into silence.

Suddenly, a phone rang upstairs. Everyone instinctively paused, listening.

no one heard what she said

moments later, her

furrowed before he could

to Simms, whispering, "Looks like your daughter's in

declined Osborn's call five times. When he called a sixth time, she finally

Osborn pleaded, shamelessly persistent. Victoria let out a sigh, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips-equal parts exasperation and

not a kid, Osborn. I already went last time. Let Lyndon and the others monitor your

a mountain of things to do. Every time Osborn saw her, he acted like a

was supposed to be her

way. If you're not there, I

her down. Fearing he'd keep calling all night, Victoria

after she'd gone upstairs, the

a folder

are all the registration documents for your

papers, then

week, the same day as the F1 relay. Make sure the company name and the

nodded respectfully. "Yes,

picked up her phone to