The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 221

Violet couldn't help but fixate on the way Maynard kept calling Victoria "ma'am." Cool-headed as she usually was, she found herself feeling a rare twinge of

jealousy.

"Is your marriage with Victoria public?" she asked, unable to hide the bitterness in her tone. At the very least, McNeil had never sent Maynard to pick her up in such an expensive car.

But McNeil, stone-faced and distracted, hadn't even registered Violet's question. He slammed his foot on the gas, racing after Victoria's car.

Just as he was about to catch up, the Maybach suddenly turned off, taking a different route straight toward The Langford Group's headquarters.

It wasn't until Victoria's car disappeared down the road that the employees from Quantum Core Technologies finally snapped out of their daze.

"Was that Victoria's husband?" Sandra asked from a distance, unable to make out exactly what Maynard had called Victoria.

"No, that was her family's driver," someone else chimed in, though the female executives wore a mix of expressions-skepticism, surprise, maybe even envy.

More than a few eyes darted toward Mr. Garcia. Everyone had seen that car, its license plate was almost ostentatious, the kind that even Mr. Garcia probably couldn't get his hands on.

really Mr. Garcia's mistress

pocket change for a couple of designer bags," Maisie from Marketing blurted out, unable to hide the envy in her voice, conveniently forgetting how she'd just

Marketing Department working for Ms. Turner, if you're so eager to hand her

sure Curtis didn't

family is loaded. Her husband must be a

who he

Victoria quickly shifted

of his shock. That car... why did

it somewhere a few years ago? But he couldn't quite

car. The others followed, laughing and chatting about other things, no one daring to gossip about Victoria and Curtis

the only thing everyone was curious about was Victoria's mysterious husband. Who was he? And why was even the family driver so handsome? Surely the husband

bet her husband's just some balding, middle-aged guy. I heard there are even rumors about a divorce-" someone started to say, but the shuttle bus doors closed, the engine started, and no one dared talk about Victoria

Victoria off at her company's front entrance. As she was about to get out, he

come back to pick

Victoria nodded. "Yes, please."

question. "How soon will the divorce papers be

replied. "They've already