The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 212

Hearing Yasmine stammer, Victoria looked up from her paperwork, fixing her with a calm but expectant gaze.

"If there's a problem, just say it," she prompted.

Yasmine took a quiet, steadying breath before she finally spoke. "Mr. Clark says he doesn't want a salary. No bonuses, either."

Victoria's brows arched in surprise. "Then what does he want?"

For legal reasons-and to keep prying eyes away from the true owner-Victoria had put Osborn down as the official head of V&S Group. Honestly, Osborn came from so much money that he could burn it for fun, and both his grandfather and his father, Jed Clark, were desperate for him to settle down. They wanted him to do something more productive than racing cars or partying with his usual crowd.

She'd registered the company with Osborn's ID. He didn't have to invest a penny, and she'd even arranged for him to get a two percent cut of the annual profits. It gave him a legitimate business to show the Clark family, and for her, it kept things simple.

Yasmine hesitated, looking awkward. "He said he wants to sell himself—"

She stopped, realizing how that sounded, and quickly corrected herself. "I mean, he wants to offer himself to you."

pang in her stomach, half from anger, half from the urge to laugh. She truly couldn't understand why a spoiled rich kid would be interested in a twice-divorced woman with a

hundred million to his account this month," she said dryly. "If he wants

"Yes, ma'am."

picked up her phone and called Curtis to request some

even ask for a reason. The controversy over the company's latest game had exploded online, and everyone in the office was talking. Some said Curtis had sold the game just to protect Victoria, and now all the effort and time the tech team had poured in was wasted. The company didn't make a

publicity to a tiny, no-name

already decided to give Victoria some time off until things

Ailie to bring Victoria a gift as an

large box and Curtis's regards, dropping the gift into Victoria's

to open the box, more worried that

waved her hand. "I'm not

but she relaxed once she learned it wasn't serious. She'd wanted to visit, but Curtis had roped

Mr. Garcia's had it rough lately," Ailie added, helping Victoria open the box. "Not that he doesn't deserve it. The company didn't make a dime

"Go on, let's see what he got you." Victoria didn't really