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

he slipped out of the tech

a

"Mr. Langford says he's busy, no time right

Violet spun on her heel and stalked off toward

sudden burst of emotion. She was usually the picture of professionalism-what had gotten

could it? Paul was right there too, so what was there

business was hardly his to judge. The hour ticked by

waiting for the two

tapped in the final character and hit enter,

drink still fresh in his mind, especially with his cousin's brooding, slightly menacing expression hovering over him. He managed a

Victoria, did you pick up

her mouth to reply, but McNeil moved between

did or

an

word. McNeil turned to Victoria. "Come home for lunch.

Victoria could only stare.

least Yasmine 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 for time and find

to calm down, sitting motionless at her desk until her