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."

thing, and Curtis's joke

waiting for over twenty minutes. When it seemed like they'd finally reached some sort

because I'd like

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

have

if she ever got divorced. Considering her talent and looks, Curtis wouldn't be surprised if there were other suitors hiding in the

How long do

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 boss-in fact, technically, as the primary shareholder,

scarf you knitted for me. When are you going to make me a sweater? Lyndon and the others are

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

busy at work, when

her recent time

worse.

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

the scarf,

holes, and Victoria constantly

she'd known, she would have just told

saved her