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.

benefit. Isn't that lesson enough for Quantum Core Technologies? I'll admit, Ms. Turner is talented-and the company's already entrusted her with the crucial task of developing

under that role. I'm sure Victoria has the capability, but... I hear you have a child, Ms. Turner.

shouldn't assume

if Victoria left Quantum Core Technologies, Violet was determined

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

Victoria was trying to dazzle everyone at Quantum Core Technologies, hoping Curtis would help her climb the ladder. Violet figured Curtis was simply blinded by her looks; that had

the company needs me,

exhaled, relieved. He'd invented the whole story about the board voting on Victoria's appointment;

was a waste-she'd leave

no intention of losing Victoria. So what if she was married? The only thing stopping him was his uncertainty about her feelings. If she showed even the slightest interest, he

he could win her over, that

hoping she'd take the hint and back down. She

dining room fell into an uneasy silence. Everyone nursed their

Violet lifted her glass, sipping delicately, but

frequent leaves recently, always

are you asking McNeil? He's not her husband; he doesn't get to decide

stare. He coughed, flustered, pointing at his cup. "Hot-seriously, this tea must