The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 61

A sleek, understated luxury van pulled up in front of The Azure Palace Hotel.

The banquet was set on the fifty-eighth floor, and as Victoria and Ailie entered the ballroom, the room’s lively conversation instantly died down. Every man in the room seemed to turn and stare, their eyes drawn almost magnetically—not to the pair, but to Victoria alone.

Across the room, Curtis was deep in conversation with a group of executives, lounging on a black leather sofa. Sensing the sudden hush, he glanced over—and the moment he saw Victoria, he couldn’t help but rise to his feet.

Behind him, the city sprawled in a dazzling display of lights, neon weaving through the night in a seductive haze. The backdrop made Curtis, dressed in a tailored suit, look even more distinguished, a man entirely at ease in his element.

Ailie caught the look in her boss’s eyes—equal parts admiration and intrigue. Without a word, she slipped away, content to fade into the background.

“Victoria.” Curtis walked over, stopping at her side. Together, they looked every bit the perfect pair.

“I hope I’m not late?” he asked, his voice warm.

Night had only just fallen, a faint streak of light lingering on the horizon outside. The driver had timed their arrival precisely; there was no way they could be late.

“Not at all. You’re right on time,” Victoria replied.

Curtis offered his hand, his eyes alight with anticipation. Victoria hesitated, just for a moment, then placed her hand in his.

The men Curtis had just been chatting with all rose to their feet, unable to hide their appreciation for Victoria’s beauty.

“Mr. Garcia, who’s your stunning companion?” one of them asked.

Curtis smiled. “This is Victoria, my assistant. She oversees all the departments at Quantum Core Technologies.”

The men speculated that Curtis, after being single for so long, had finally settled for someone simply because of her looks—a theory they found amusing.

Gradually, their curiosity faded. The conversation loosened up, and they turned back to talking business with Curtis. But while they dismissed her as decoration, Victoria quietly memorized every useful detail she overheard.

“Mr. Garcia, I think I’ll go sit down for a bit. I need to rest my feet,” Victoria said after making the rounds, her heels starting to pinch.

Curtis assumed she was bored by the conversation—after all, it was just business and future plans: a man’s world, dry and tedious to most outsiders.

“Of course. I’ll come find you in a bit,” he said, and kindly asked a server to show her to the sofa lounge at the side of the ballroom.

Ailie, who’d been observing Curtis and Victoria from a distance, was now certain there was something going on between the two. In four years at the company, she’d never seen Mr. Garcia—who usually had the reputation of a devil—show such kindness to anyone. Victoria, it seemed, was the only exception.