The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 227

"I think Ms. Turner is from the Investment Department, right? It's such a shame you're not in Tech."

Patrick's gaze lingered on Victoria, a spark of admiration in his eyes.

"I mean, Ms. Turner, you seem really skilled at game programming. That's usually something only the guys get into. I heard you're married-let me guess, your husband's a programmer too? Which company does he work for? Someone as talented as you must have an equally talented husband. Why not have him join us at Vertex Dynamics?"

Ailie's lips curled into a sly smile as her eyes drifted—almost involuntarily toward the table where McNeil and Violet sat together.

Sarcasm colored every arch of her brow. She almost blurted out, "Ms. Turner's husband is your very own Mr. Langford, and right now, he's sitting with that temptress Violet Marchand."

But she bit her tongue, not wanting to startle the group or embarrass Victoria.

McNeil was treating Violet with the utmost courtesy, going out of his way to make her comfortable, as if Victoria didn't even exist.

point of revealing Victoria's identity as Mrs. Langford

Ailie focused on her meal, resisting the urge to stir the pot-though she couldn't help shooting the occasional withering glance in Violet's

the dipping sauce, she glanced up and, out of the corner of her

the distinct feeling he'd been looking at her more than once. His gaze wasn't casual,

too, and leaned over. "Is your husband staring

event like this? With Violet right there

and calling loudly over Victoria's shoulder, "Mr. Pierce, you're

Dynamics was making his way over. Victoria

his old allies landed top

with a divorce settlement that left her with nothing. McNeil was famous in Starfall City for repaying every kindness-his loyal subordinates, the people who'd saved him, even Violet, all received more than they ever

was the old story-like the fable of the farmer and the snake,

between her and McNeil. The thought

Mr. Pierce took his seat, McNeil didn't look