The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 313

Chapter 313

Still half-asleep, Victoria was jolted awake by a few sharp taps on her office window.

"Victoria. My office, now."

Violet didn't wait for a response, just turned and walked away, leaving Victoria no choice but to stand up and follow, her steps a little unsteady.

That man was just too much—she'd already decided there was no way she'd go to him again tonight. She needed a proper night's sleep.

When she entered Violet's office, Violet said coolly, "Close the door."

Victoria didn't budge. "If you have something to say, Ms. Marchand, just say it. There's nothing here that others can't hear."

All this secrecy-she could already imagine the office rumor mill going into overdrive.

Victoria was tired of it. Somehow, she was always at the center of every bit of gossip in the company. Wasn't everyone obsessed with Violet and McNeil before? When had she become public enemy number one?

Violet's hand clenched tight around her pen. "Just a reminder to focus on your work. If you're too tired to do your job, don't bother showing up. Everyone here is working hard-what exactly are you doing?"

Victoria blinked, stunned. She was working herself to the bone too, she just didn't parade it for everyone to see like Violet did, as if she was the only one putting in any effort.

it pleasing a man, I really don't think you're cut out for this job. If you want to be a strong,

the accusation behind every word-Violet was blaming

a joke. McNeil was the one who wouldn't leave her alone. Victoria

everywhere. Ms. Marchand, is there a reason you needed

Violet seemed to have a permanent chip on her shoulder around her. Now, seeing Ailie appear in her office unannounced, her expression soured

to remind me to focus on my

had ever thrown such a pointed barb at Violet, and Ailie jumped right in, a glint

Victoria's husband was showering during your office meeting, right? What, are you jealous because a married couple's private

when Ailie showed up. How had she even gotten in here without an

your husband's a machine, isn't he? Seven or eight times a night-no wonder you

idea how Ailie could say things like

McNeil wasn't some insatiable beast-four

and quickly reeled her thoughts back in.

I'm speaking with Victoria. This has nothing to do with

Lately, things with McNeil had been... off. Or maybe, if she was honest, McNeil

was implying had never happened. So why could McNeil be that way

on the horizon, wasn't it? Why was Victoria

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