The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 115

Ailie shot him a look and muttered, “Mr. Garcia, you shouldn’t get too comfortable either. Not that he’d ever be interested in you, anyway.”

Curtis, caught in the crossfire for no reason, twitched his lips. He looked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it—nothing he could say would be right.

With that, Ailie grabbed Victoria and strode off.

Violet didn’t even bother to trade barbs with Ailie—she was far too tired for that.

Victoria, meanwhile, wore a half-amused, half-exasperated smile. Just then, Yasmine pulled up in front of them, having spotted Ailie and Violet coming out.

Ailie grumbled the whole ride, venting her frustrations, while Victoria just listened quietly, secretly relishing the sense of relief she couldn’t quite explain.

Once Victoria got home, she showered, crawled into bed, and was about to drift off when Ailie called again—still needing to vent.

But when it came to Violet—or even McNeil—Victoria felt nothing anymore. No anger, no pain, not even a flicker of emotion.

Once your heart goes numb, you stop hurting over the people you once loved.

These days, Victoria poured all her energy into work. Even her beloved daughter had started to feel like a distant part of her life.

When she returned to the office the next day, Ailie brought good news: the single-player version of their game was finally ready.

Gwyneth’s birthday was only two days away; the timing was perfect.

Victoria headed down to the development team and took the game for a spin. She could tell right away—this was exactly Gwyneth’s speed. Her daughter would definitely appreciate the challenge.

They still needed to run an online test, though; there were a few bugs to iron out.

Victoria talked things over with the tech team, asked them to patch up the glitches, and then headed out.

As she was leaving, Violet happened to walk by and caught sight of Victoria. Her eyes narrowed with a flicker of calculation. She hesitated, then changed course and entered the development office herself.

“Ms. Marchand,” the department head greeted her, scrambling to his feet.

Violet gave him a polite nod and said coolly, “How’s the task Victoria just assigned you coming along?”

Ailie brought this project in, sure—but it belonged to the Investment Department. There was no harm in putting her name on it.

Typical Ailie, always playing games behind the scenes.

If Ailie kept trying to pull strings for Victoria, Violet would make sure her time at Quantum Core Technologies was anything but easy.

“Of course, absolutely,” the team replied, practically bowing as they ushered Violet out.

That night, Victoria stayed late at the office. Seeing her light still on, Curtis couldn’t help but head upstairs to check on her. As expected, he found Victoria hunched over her computer, immersed in the latest round of investment reports.

“It’s getting late, Victoria. Don’t push yourself too hard,” Curtis said gently.

Victoria stood up and replied, “Mr. Garcia, I just have a little more to finish.”

“That’s enough—boss’s orders. Time to call it a night.”

They left the office together, stepping out into the quiet night.