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 over

the tech department,

him with a cold

he's busy, no time

on her heel and stalked off toward

burst of emotion. She

Victoria working together, could it? Paul was right there too, so what was there to

hardly his to

waiting for the two of them

tapped in the final character and hit

the memory of being forced to drink still fresh in his mind, especially with his

wait for your word tomorrow. Victoria, did you pick up

to reply, but McNeil moved between them,

if she did or didn't. We're done here. You

gave an

lunch. I'll bring Gwyn back

Victoria could only stare.

breathing down their necks to acquire V&S Group, the delay seemed worth it. She'd just have to stall for time and find

office, Violet forced herself to calm down, sitting motionless at her desk