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 Echo

it was easy to forget she was even there. No matter who struck up a conversation, she rarely chimed in—especially with McNeil

occasionally joining in when the topic interested her. McNeil focused

mountaintop, the other company cars had

about to jump down, Curtis offered his hand. "Hold on to me-jumping from this height is an

split second. McNeil saw the moment in the rearview mirror, his grip tightening around the

driver's door and jumped out, slamming it hard enough to make everyone

instinctively drew her hand back. Instead, she braced herself on the doorframe and jumped down on her own, landing gracefully. She offered Curtis

had already hopped out, agile and efficient, not the least

tore his gaze away from Victoria and looked at Violet. "Why didn't you

really was interested