The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 153

“There’s really no need for all that. I got five hundred thousand, but everyone at the company contributed to the project, so everyone deserves a share. Mr. Garcia only gave the bonus to me, so now people are just gossiping about it in private. If I went public and made a scene, I’d have even less of a case.

I work for Quantum Core Technologies. Even if I created something, it still belongs to the company. Sometimes it’s better to just take the win and keep your mouth shut.”

After hearing Victoria’s explanation, Ailie felt much more at ease.

“So… what about the cake?”

She glanced at the trash can and felt a pang of regret.

Why take it out on the cake?

“Forget it, it’s already gone. Lunch is on me today.”

Ailie headed back to her desk. Just then, Violet’s assistant showed up, handing Victoria a stack of documents, saying Ms. Marchand asked her to deliver them to Mr. Garcia.

Victoria flipped through the papers. Every page was about Violet herself.

Apparently, these were for the annual company gala—but honestly, it looked more like Violet’s personal showcase than a corporate event.

It seemed McNeil would be attending, too.

After a quick glance, Victoria left the documents on Curtis’s desk.

Two days later, the Quantum Core Technologies annual gala arrived right on schedule.

Just as she finished, Victoria happened to cross into view. Following Violet’s gaze, everyone turned and spotted her instantly.

Rumors had already spread—supposedly, Victoria was involved in programming the game, and she was the one who held the program key. No one knew what Violet had done to upset her, but at the last minute, Victoria didn’t enter the key, which caused Quantum Core Technologies’ investors to lose billions. Word was, Curtis had stepped in to protect her, saving her from being fired by the higher-ups, and even slipped her more than half a million. The office was abuzz with gossip, most of it casting Victoria in a negative light.

Victoria felt the unfriendly stares, but she brushed them off and made a beeline for the buffet.

After negotiating with the Evermore City headquarters to finally land a major project—and with the company gala stretching into the evening—she was starving. She felt like she could eat a horse, and nothing would get between her and a good meal.

Of course, that’s when Violet strode over, calling her out by name.

“Victoria, I saved two seats together for you and Mr. Garcia at next week’s F1 Grand Prix. Here are your tickets.”