The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 225

From her place among the executives, Violet was willing to humble herself just to speak with Victoria-proof enough of how much she valued her. Even Henry,

who'd accompanied Violet, couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, surprised by the scene.

He hadn't expected Quantum Core Technologies' leadership to be not only so capable but also so striking in appearance.

Up until now, everyone's attention had been on Violet. But with Violet's endorsement, they all began to take a closer look at Victoria-and realized, to their astonishment, that she was even more attractive than Violet.

"Yes, Ms. Turner," someone chimed in, "Ms. Marchand clearly holds you in high regard. Why don't you stay and chat a while longer? Our two companies are partners now, after all-it makes sense to exchange ideas about our best projects. If you have the talent, who knows? Maybe one day Ms. Marchand will assign you to our team at Vertex Dynamics, and we'll all be colleagues." Though the words were light, almost teasing, Victoria's expression shifted.

Assign her to Vertex Dynamics? McNeil had clearly given Violet a great deal of authority—and hadn't held back on his generosity.

Victoria knew there were many confidential matters that couldn't be shared between companies. If Violet could transfer anyone she pleased to Vertex

McNeil approved, then Henry's comment suggested this wasn't the first time

eyes grew noticeably

Quantum Core, and with Violet as her superior, she couldn't just

He walked in and casually took the seat beside Victoria. Violet cast them a glance, her expression

be in such a hurry to

puzzled look. "Where are you

inwardly. Where could she possibly go? It was just that sitting

always said Victoria was easygoing, that she never lost her

herself time after time. Yet every outburst only drove McNeil further away, and she

sense of self, and her health had suffered from all the

few more years of peace, she'd let go. She walked away from both McNeil and their marriage, stepping out of

the room was growing awkward when someone appeared at the door, tapping gently on the glass. Henry saw that