The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 167

Even if you slept with McNeil, that doesn't mean he'll come back to you. Victoria, whatever you two had is over now. You'd better look after yourself.

Victoria kept walking, not slowing her pace.

But behind her, Violet suddenly turned back. Victoria heard the scrape of shoes on the gravel and, right after, Violet's startled scream. McNeil caught her just in time, steadying her before she could fall.

Victoria turned slightly, catching the scene out of the corner of her eye.

"Sorry, McNeil," Violet said, a little breathless. "I didn't sleep well last night. Must be a bit lightheaded."

He helped her to her feet, his voice cool and distant. "Watch your step. Be careful."

Curtis trailed after Victoria, close behind.

By the time all four of them arrived at the hot springs resort, it was nearly noon.

lobby, Ailie paced like a caged cat, anxiety etched on her face. Relief washed over her

on earth did you

terrified they'd never find her. If

Maisie chimed in, unable to hide her irritation. "Off on your little solo hike,

everything had been scrapped

office. For Maisie, Nelly, and the rest of the senior team, this was probably the most anticlimactic and yet, weirdly memorable-company retreat they'd ever had. It

go of Victoria's hand, holding on as

"Sorry," Victoria said quietly.

camera pointed her way. Catching Victoria's icy look, he shrank back and

get is a

Victoria. That little minx, always

wants to stay another night is welcome. And since the hiking trip was cut short, we've extended the group retreat-you can

up a thick stack of gift cards. "To make it up to everyone, I've prepared a

complaints and resentment toward Victoria

a confrontation, ready to argue with everyone, but Curtis' move changed everything. She couldn't help but give him a mental thumbs-up.