The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 253

She lifted the bowl, but before she could take a sip, tears slid down her cheeks before she even realized it.

Haley, startled, rushed over. "Miss, what's wrong? Are you alright? Why are you crying?"

Victoria quickly wiped her tears away, forcing a small smile for Haley. "It's nothing, really. Must've been the draft when I came in—it made my eyes water. Haley, it's late. You should head to bed. I'll take care of the dishes in a bit."

But Haley shook her head. "No, Miss, I can't let you do chores. Please, finish your meal, take a nice shower, and get some rest. I'll wait and clean up."

That only made Victoria's eyes well up again. She turned her back so Haley wouldn't see, quietly brushing away her tears. Between muffled sobs, she finished her noodles as quickly as she could, set down her fork, and gave Haley a quick goodnight before heading upstairs.

Haley watched Victoria's thin figure disappear up the stairs, her heart aching. "What a pity," she muttered under her breath.

Ever since Mrs. Morgan passed away, Miss Victoria had become so lonely. No one cared for her, no one cherished her, and now she was saddled with that kind of husband.

Haley sighed. To be honest, she thought, these grand old houses weren't nearly as happy as ordinary homes. If only, someday, Miss Victoria could meet a man who truly understood her, loved her, and protected her for the rest of her life.

Core Technologies and formally rejected Violet's attempt to transfer

assistant straight to the Investment Department to fetch Victoria in person. Ailie, sitting in her office,

to her. I thought

handed Victoria a massive mug of coffee, matching

was icy. "I've already told Vertex Dynamics my terms. Unless they meet my number, I'm not leaving

was worth it. But Victoria knew her own value—and she wasn't about to budge on her cut: three percent of

you

recruiting her into Quantum Core Technologies in the first place. She'd wanted Victoria to thrive here, not to

at the threshold of the

Ms. Marchand wants to see

but no, she had to make a show of coming in person, as if Victoria-barely even a deputy manager-were some VIP

Georgia turned on her heel and left,

grabbed Victoria's wrist.