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."

wave of dread wash

the tech department, closing

fixed him with a cold stare.

says he's busy, no time right now. Ms. Marchand,

he could finish, Violet spun on her heel and stalked

Marchand's sudden burst of emotion.

there too, so what was there to be jealous about? This wasn't like Ms.

Violet's business was hardly his to

the clock, waiting for the two of them to

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

little put out; the memory of being forced to drink still fresh in his mind,

word tomorrow. Victoria, did you

McNeil moved between them, blocking Paul's gaze

did or didn't.

gave an awkward chuckle.

without another word. McNeil turned to Victoria. "Come home for lunch. I'll bring Gwyn back too. You'll take her

Victoria could only stare.

had replied these past two days, and without The Langford Group breathing down their necks to acquire V&S Group, the delay seemed worth it. She'd just have to stall

calm down, sitting motionless at her desk