The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 235

If Victoria made even the slightest move, they'd pick up on it in an instant.

She had no desire to invite trouble.

Her expression was cool, giving nothing away-calm, collected, as if none of this mattered.

But beneath the table, where Curtis couldn't see, her palm had already broken out in a thin layer of sweat.

"Mr. Garcia, if you send Victoria to the tech department, does that mean I won't see her anymore?"

Ailie was clearly unhappy. She had finally found someone she could actually talk to, and now Victoria, who'd only been in the Investment Department a few days, was about to be transferred elsewhere.

She wasn't ready to let go.

"You could always go to the tech department too, if you want."

Curtis was only teasing, but Ailie shot him a glare.

"Right, and next you'll be asking a fox to do a tiger's job. I wouldn't understand a single line of code over there-don't torture me."

her thing, and Curtis's joke had gone way too

When it seemed like they'd finally reached some sort of agreement, he cut

all finished? Good, because I'd like

the man kept his gaze fixed on Victoria, sitting closer to her than

Mr. Clark, how long have you known

Victoria probably had a backup plan if she ever got divorced. Considering

long do you think it's

bother with pleasantries, especially not with any man who could sit down to a meal with Victoria. He didn't care if Curtis was Victoria's

with a kind of sincerity that made the air shift. "Vicky, I really like that scarf you knitted for me. When are you going to make me a sweater? Lyndon and

low and a little playful, carried a teasing affection. Under the table, Curtis's fists clenched and then relaxed, his eyes drifting to the scarf

But Curtis was skeptical-she was always so busy at work,

time off. The thought

worse.

her time away to relax, and

the scarf, but

and Victoria constantly

If she'd known, she would have just told

saved her this