The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 213

Ailie had been hoping to catch up with Victoria a little longer, but her phone rang- work was calling.

It was Violet's assistant, informing everyone about a mandatory department meeting, and the news immediately put Ailie in a sour mood.

"I never got any word from Mr. Garcia's assistant about a meeting," she protested.

Georgia's voice on the line was cool, even tinged with disdain. "The meeting was called by Ms. Marchand. Mr. Garcia will be present as well. Three o'clock sharp. No exceptions."

Ailie was so irritated she nearly tossed her phone across the room. "Look at her, back from the dead and already stirring up trouble. Couldn't that car accident have kept her out of our hair?"

Victoria, lying on the sofa, asked, "Something going on at the office?"

"That woman just announced a meeting for this afternoon. Wasn't she just discharged from the hospital? Doesn't she need to rest? It's not like the company can't function without her. She's all over the internet again-riding another wave of publicity. With luck like that, she should try the lottery instead of coming to work." Ailie was fuming now. Just the mention of Violet was enough to get her blood boiling.

Now that the Investment Department had been placed under Violet's supervision, any success she and Victoria achieved would end up credited to Violet, the so- called "outstanding deputy director." All their hard work, and someone else got to wear the crown.

had hopes of climbing the corporate ladder herself, but Violet's arrival had upended the entire

unflappable as ever. Ailie couldn't

she'd have shoved the other woman off the roof and kicked the cheating bastard

get some rest. If Violet Marchand asks, I'll just say the company sent you on a business

Victoria nodded. "Thanks."

her phone, scrolling through the latest online drama. Violet's and Vivian's fans were at each other's throats, both sides swearing their favorite was the real deal. The debate was so fierce, Victoria almost forgot her

as things were heating up, Haley came in, her expression

there's a lady outside-she says she's Mr. Osborn's mother. She'd like to see

What was she doing here? Wasn't she supposed to

Victoria said. "Tell her I hurt my foot and can't

found herself at the Clarks' dinner table, and

straightened up as Haley escorted

fifty, was the picture of grace-elegant, poised,

called out,