The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 291

McNeil gave a soft grunt and nodded. "Loyalty's a fine thing. But if loyalty costs you your job... Well, I'm sure she won't regret it, not if it was for you."

A cold weight settled in Victoria's chest. Was McNeil saying he'd never let Ailie return to Quantum Core Technologies?

"Name your price," he said. "If it's within my power, I'll do it."

Victoria knew him too well-six years at his side had taught her that McNeil played the business game as ruthlessly as she did, if not more so.

"Or maybe you think I took too much in our last deal. I'm willing to stick to the original terms—just the two percent cut you offered at first."

Her earnestness, her desperation, only earned her a mocking smirk from McNeil.

"You'd throw away millions in bonuses for the sake of friendship? Are you really the Victoria I know?"

Victoria's eyes narrowed. "You think everything in this world can be bought? Some things—some feelings are worth more than money. Of course, if you run into a backstabber, well, maybe it's just your own bad luck."

She never named him, but every word was a pointed barb at McNeil.

He didn't get angry; he actually chuckled.

"You want to bargain with a tiger, and now you're telling the tiger to care about feelings?" McNeil leaned forward, his eyes cold. "Victoria, I'm starting to wonder if you're trying to manipulate me."

He paused, then spoke with chilling finality. "If it's a deal you want, let's make one. Right here, on this couch. Spend the night with me, and I'll let your precious Ailie come back to Quantum Core as manager."

Victoria's face went paper-white.

make such a

any line you won't

talk feelings. I'm offering a transaction. Yes or no, Victoria.

teeth sank into her lower lip until she could taste

been charged with something electric-now, it was nothing but humiliation. He watched her like a man appraising merchandise: desire

to do it

at the empty

the morning sun. Up above, the sky was blue and cloudless. Sunlight poured through the

drawn curtains, just a thin

at that moment, a knock came

drained

your lunch

tentative as she

the office door. The secretary walked in, holding a sealed bag. She glanced nervously at Victoria, then at Mr. Langford, who was sprawled on the couch with his shirt rumpled, his jacket discarded. In a flash, she seemed

shaking as she set the bag down. Was she witnessing something she shouldn't? Was Mr. Langford,

leave it," McNeil said

Dynamics had ever seen: his hair tousled, his shirt open at the

spinning. Had Ms. Turner from Quantum Core Technologies really been put through

walked to the door, and locked it with a

a blow to