The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 163

Violet glanced over at the photographer she'd brought along, her brows drawing together in concern. "Did you take Victoria with you?"

The photographer looked a little aggrieved.

"I did ask Ms. Turner to help me scout locations. I noticed she still had plenty of energy, and everyone else was exhausted. She's about your height too, so I thought I'd snap a few shots with her to see if they worked for the campaign."

He hesitated, then added, "But as soon as we set off, she just started admiring the scenery. I told her to slow down, but she wouldn't listen. She even said she knew the area pretty well and told me to head back first."

Ailie's temper flared the moment she heard that. She jabbed a finger at the photographer, her voice rising.

"Are you out of your mind? What woman in her right mind just wanders off sightseeing alone in the middle of nowhere and tells you to leave her behind? Cut the crap-did you ditch Victoria somewhere on purpose?"

Just picturing Victoria out there alone made Ailie's heart twist in anxiety.

Curtis' expression darkened, his gaze sharpening as he looked at the photographer. Violet's tone was cool and measured.

"My photographer has no quarrel with Ms. Turner. Why would he single her out to abandon, and not someone else? If he's working with me, it means he has a keen eye for beauty—and Ms. Turner, with her looks and figure, would make a fantastic model. It would be a shame if she wasn't in a few shots. But to claim that he lured her away just to ditch her? That's a bit much, don't you think?"

paused, her eyes

only taking a short break before heading out again. If she decided to wander off alone and hold up the schedule, that's on her. Mr. Garcia, I think you need to

staff. They'd always resented how Curtis seemed to go out of his way

as a pampered mistress instead of bringing her into the company, where she made more in a

word, but the worry on his

stay here. I'll go look

was genuinely anxious

to her feet.

fell silent, her face impassive,

that moment, McNeil

men

hesitated, finally snapping out of

We should all stick

actually feeling sorry for Victoria now? He stared at Violet for a long, tense

last, he