The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 148

McNeil sat on the couch, legs crossed, growing visibly darker each time Curtis mentioned Victoria's name.

"So, you sold the game and handed your secretary half a million. Don't tell me you've fallen for her."

Curtis flushed slightly at McNeil's blunt question.

"You noticed that, huh?"

Once Victoria came up, Curtis couldn't help but go on.

"She's ambitious, works herself to the bone, and she's talented. Honestly, missing out on a woman like her would be a real loss. The truth is, the half million doesn't even cover what I owe her. If not for the accident, she was the lead developer- the bonus she should've earned from the company would've been a lot more than that."

McNeil just snorted, unimpressed.

"You really do admire her. Shame she's married."

He lit a cigarette, his sharp features blurred by the curling smoke, making it impossible to read his mood.

the middle of a divorce. Once her sorry excuse for a husband is out of the picture, I'm going to

the ashtray on the coffee table slipped from McNeil's hand

McNeil barely blinked, tossing his cigarette butt onto the

a

about Victoria, McNeil's mood had soured. Even when

she asked, trying to sound calm, though her tone

the Langford Group. Twenty million is a

let out a

loss, but you'll throw half a million at a woman you haven't even managed to

left

asked, "What

McNeil replied

liked Victoria? The

her leave from Curtis, Victoria headed straight

racetrack. Victoria checked the time, assuming Osborn would be halfway through his laps by now,

nostrils flaring, looking like he might boil

unless Victoria was there. He made sure everyone knew it, whining that he wouldn't get in the car unless