The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 346

Though Curtis's tone sounded like he was asking for opinions, it was clear his mind was already made up.

McNeil kept silent-he wasn't foolish enough to comment.

The gleam in Violet's eyes faded swiftly, her earlier pride wiped away by the force of Curtis's announcement.

Paul, with that sly, foxlike glint in his eyes, shot Victoria a look full of mischief.

"Wow, that's great! If Victoria's going to be the company's vice president, maybe I can-"

McNeil's cold stare cut him off mid-sentence. Paul instantly clammed up, reading the room.

Violet's composure slipped; she feigned calm, fixing Curtis with a steady gaze. Her lips parted, crimson and cool: "I disagree."

Her smile was polite but edged with ice. "Of course, I have no personal grudge against Ms. Turner, nor do I intend any offense. I'm just considering what's best for the company."

Paul glanced at Violet, growing more convinced that the woman before him was nothing like the Vivian he'd once admired.

not forget: Victoria once sabotaged an entire project for her own benefit. Isn't that lesson enough for Quantum Core Technologies? I'll admit,

being vice president means overseeing far more than software development. There are entire divisions under that role. I'm sure Victoria has the capability, but... I

assume she could

Victoria left Quantum Core Technologies, Violet was determined not to give up her

when it came to management. If Victoria was so capable, how had McNeil managed to take over V&S Group and hand it to her? Victoria's attempts to play smart on the outside looked

at Quantum Core Technologies, hoping Curtis would help her climb the ladder. Violet

unruffled. "Wherever the company needs

story about the board voting

a waste-she'd leave sooner or later. Better to give her a

she was married? The only thing stopping him was his uncertainty about

could win her over, that was his own skill-let the chips fall where they

for her part, had been trying to warn Victoria off, hoping she'd take the hint and back

and pouring hot water all around. Conversation halted, and the private dining room fell into an uneasy silence. Everyone nursed their own thoughts, except Paul, who

the waiter left, Violet lifted her glass, sipping delicately, but her eyes were fixed on

frequent leaves recently, always citing family emergencies. The VP role is critical-there's no room for distractions. Do you really believe

asking McNeil?

caught mid-sip, sputtered hot tea everywhere. Everyone turned to stare. He coughed, flustered, pointing at