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."

Curtis's joke

to their banter, patiently waiting for over twenty minutes. When it seemed like they'd finally

Good, because

and didn't like what he saw: the man kept his gaze fixed on Victoria, sitting closer

how long have

plan if she ever got divorced. Considering her talent and looks, Curtis wouldn't be surprised

long do you think

with any man who could sit down to a meal with Victoria. He didn't care if Curtis

Victoria 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 the others are dying of

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

so busy at

it during her recent time off. The thought only made

worse.

time away to relax, and she'd spent it doting on

to squeeze in the scarf, but I probably won't have time for

always digging holes, and Victoria constantly had to

would have

would've saved her