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.

the point of revealing Victoria's identity as Mrs. Langford now? It would only

focused on her meal, resisting the urge to stir the pot-though she couldn't help shooting the

glanced up and, out of the corner of her eye, caught McNeil's

some reason, she had the distinct feeling he'd been looking at her more

over. "Is your husband staring

he, especially at an event like

and calling loudly over Victoria's shoulder, "Mr. Pierce, you're finally here! We're just sitting down to eat-what took you

of Vertex Dynamics was making his way over. Victoria knew him well; Mr. Pierce had

allies landed top positions at Vertex Dynamics-clear

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 gave. Everyone, it seemed, except Victoria. She got nothing

the fable of the farmer and the

The thought left a bitter taste

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