The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 333

Violet's cheeks were flushed with anger.

"What do you mean they're in a meeting? Victoria and Mr. Langford? Are you kidding me?"

What business could he possibly have with Victoria?

Fuming, Violet could barely contain herself. George, helpless in the face of her fury, did his best to placate her.

"Ms. Marchand, would you like me to call Mr. Langford out?"

He didn't have the nerve to disturb McNeil, but with Violet standing right there, he couldn't just ignore her either.

Steeling himself, George rapped on the glass door outside Paul's temporary office. Through the pane, he could see Paul pointing something out to Victoria, while Mr. Langford leaned against the desk, watching intently, not moving an inch.

At the sound of the knock, Paul and Victoria barely looked up, still focused on the code in front of them. McNeil, on the other hand, raised his head.

"Mr. Langford, Ms. Marchand is here. She'd like to see you."

McNeil frowned. "Tell her I'm busy. No time."

a wave of dread

the tech department, closing the

fixed him with a cold stare. "Where's Mr.

forced a nervous laugh. "Mr. Langford says he's busy, no time right

could finish, Violet spun on her heel and stalked off

burst of emotion. She was usually the picture

about Mr. Langford and Victoria working together, could it? Paul was right there too, so what was

hardly his to

the clock, waiting for the two of

final character and hit enter, McNeil stepped forward. "Alright,

of being forced to drink still fresh in his mind,

tomorrow. Victoria, did you pick up everything

mouth to reply, but McNeil moved between

matter if she did or

gave an awkward chuckle.

lunch. I'll

Victoria could only stare.

The Langford Group breathing down their

office, Violet forced herself to calm down, sitting