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.

Technologies? I'll admit, Ms. Turner is talented-and the company's already entrusted her with the crucial task

divisions under that role. I'm sure Victoria has the capability, but... I hear you have

assume she could just swoop

Core Technologies, Violet was determined not to give up her own

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

Victoria's worth. Now, 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;

unruffled. "Wherever the company needs me, I'll be

story about the

an engineer in the tech department was a waste-she'd leave sooner or later. Better to give her a meaningful position

she was married? The only thing stopping him was his uncertainty about her feelings. If she showed even the slightest interest, he wouldn't care about her

If he could win her over, that was his own skill-let

hint and back down. She hadn't expected

fell into an uneasy silence. Everyone nursed their own thoughts, except Paul, who looked around in confusion, wanting to

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

frequent leaves recently, always citing family

longer. "Why are you asking McNeil? He's not her husband; he doesn't get

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