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.

revealing Victoria's identity as

focused on her meal, resisting the urge to stir the pot-though

of the corner of

he'd been looking at her more than once.

and leaned over. "Is your

an event like this? With Violet right there beside him, wasn't he afraid of causing a

on it, Henry-seated at McNeil's table-stood up, pulling out a chair and calling loudly over

way over. Victoria knew him well; Mr. Pierce

he made sure his old allies landed top positions at

had given six and a half years of her life to The Langford Group, only to be rewarded 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

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

McNeil. The thought

his seat,