The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 157

"I'll come with you guys too."

Victoria looked so delicate and fragile that Ailie worried she might get bullied.

Violet frowned, ready to refuse. Truth was, she was a bit wary of Ailie-this woman had no filter, said whatever came to mind, and never cared about the occasion or who she offended.

Curtis walked over to Victoria's side, sensing she might not want to sit with Violet. "Come on, let's all go together. The company's already assigned the cars, and Mr. Langford's has the most space."

Victoria's lips curled into a faint smile. Mr. Langford's car was indeed spacious— she'd been lucky enough to ride in it before. But after he started driving Violet around in it, she made a point not to get in again. Today, thanks to Violet, she'd be taking a seat once more. Still, with her and McNeil about to part ways, fussing over it would only make her seem like she still cared.

"Alright," Victoria agreed, and slipped into the back seat.

stop was

easy to forget she was even there. No matter who struck up a conversation, she rarely chimed in—especially with McNeil in the car, which only made her

occasionally joining in when the topic interested

mountaintop, the other

door, about to jump down, Curtis offered his hand. "Hold on to me-jumping from this height is an easy way to twist an ankle. We've only just started;

the rearview mirror, his grip

reached out and took Curtis's hand, McNeil threw open the driver's door and jumped out, slamming it hard enough to make everyone startle. Before she could climb down, he was already standing outside with

the doorframe and jumped down on her own, landing gracefully. She offered Curtis

already hopped out, agile

gaze away from Victoria and looked at Violet. "Why didn't you wait for

Victoria and couldn't help but be pleased. So Curtis really was interested in Victoria. Good. Maybe this hike would