The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 57

“Thank you, Mr. Garcia. I’ve already had something to eat, so I’ll skip the festivities.”

She hadn’t told McNeil when she moved out of his house, but she doubted he cared.

After all, she’d come to Curtis’s company without McNeil knowing a thing.

His childhood crush—his little darling—was here, and if she showed up, it would probably just ruin his mood.

They were already on the verge of divorce. There was no point in making things more difficult for each other. Better to part ways with some dignity.

“Alright, then.”

Curtis sounded a little disappointed. He’d hoped to introduce Victoria to Violet as well.

Both women were financial prodigies—he thought they could really learn from each other.

Violet glanced at Curtis. She’d just overheard him making a call to “Victoria.”

So Curtis was clearly on Victoria’s side, which left Violet feeling a little sour.

With McNeil here, Victoria’s presence would only spoil the atmosphere.

“Do you need something else?”

Seeing the hint of disappointment on Curtis’s face, McNeil thought he seemed a bit out of it.

Curtis managed a faint smile. “I was hoping to introduce someone to you today. She’s a rare talent—I haven’t met anyone like her in years.”

Violet guessed he was talking about Victoria and shot a quick glance at McNeil—but he showed no reaction whatsoever.

That struck her as odd. If McNeil had recommended Victoria for the job, he couldn’t possibly be unaware of her.

But his expression said he couldn’t care less.

“Mr. Garcia, you mean your new assistant?” Violet asked, testing the waters—and watching McNeil closely.

Curtis nodded. “Ms. Marchand is incredibly sharp. She’s my new assistant—actually started two days before you. She’s a Northriver University grad, works circles around most people.”

McNeil looked at him coolly. “So you’ve been acting strange lately because of your assistant?”

Victoria was really playing with fire. Not only was she trying to reinvent herself with a new job, she was also trying to get in good with McNeil’s friends for attention.

Violet had no intention of exposing her. As an outsider, she was content to sit back and see just how far Victoria could dig her own grave. What a foolish woman.

She should never have wasted all those schemes on someone so clueless.

“Mr. Garcia clearly has good taste, don’t you think, McNeil?” Violet said with a sly smile.

McNeil said nothing, making it obvious he didn’t care.

Meanwhile, Victoria, hoping to avoid any awkward run-ins with McNeil or his circle, left the restaurant with Ailie.

On the way out, she received a call from Gwyneth’s preschool teacher.

“Ms. Turner, Gwyneth’s been having trouble focusing in class lately. She often dozes off in the middle of the day. You should really come in when you have a moment.”

Since McNeil had taken over picking up Gwyneth, Victoria hadn’t been back to his house in days.