The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 213

Ailie had been hoping to catch up with Victoria a little longer, but her phone rang—work was calling.

It was Violet's assistant, informing everyone about a mandatory department meeting, and the news immediately put Ailie in a sour mood.

"I never got any word from Mr. Garcia's assistant about a meeting," she protested.

Georgia's voice on the line was cool, even tinged with disdain. "The meeting was called by Ms. Marchand. Mr. Garcia will be present as well. Three o'clock sharp. No exceptions."

Ailie was so irritated she nearly tossed her phone across the room. "Look at her, back from the dead and already stirring up trouble. Couldn't that car accident have kept her out of our hair?"

Victoria, lying on the sofa, asked, "Something going on at the office?"

"That woman just announced a meeting for this afternoon. Wasn't she just discharged from the hospital? Doesn't she need to rest? It's not like the company can't function without her. She's all over the internet again—riding another wave of publicity. With luck like that, she should try the lottery instead of coming to work."

Ailie was fuming now. Just the mention of Violet was enough to get her blood boiling.

Now that the Investment Department had been placed under Violet's supervision, any success she and Victoria achieved would end up credited to Violet, the so-called "outstanding deputy director." All their hard work, and someone else got to wear the crown.

Ailie still had hopes of climbing the corporate ladder herself, but Violet's arrival had upended the entire system.

She glanced at Victoria, who remained as serene and unflappable as ever. Ailie couldn't help but admire her for it.

If Ailie ever caught her own husband openly flaunting an affair right in front of her, she'd have shoved the other woman off the roof and kicked the cheating bastard down after her. She didn't care what happened to herself, but there was no way she'd let those two walk away unscathed.

"I'm off," she said, grabbing her bag. "Take care of yourself and get some rest. If Violet Marchand asks, I'll just say the company sent you on a business trip. Mr. Garcia will cover for you too."

Victoria nodded. "Thanks."

Once Ailie left, Victoria curled up on the couch with her phone, scrolling through the latest online drama. Violet's and Vivian's fans were at each other's throats, both sides swearing their favorite was the real deal. The debate was so fierce, Victoria almost forgot her ankle hurt.

The mention of Osborn made Victoria's heart skip. The Clarks had no idea Osborn was still hospitalized with myocarditis. He hadn't even been discharged yet, and with Victoria's own injury, she hadn't visited him in days.

"Osborn's… busy," she replied, hoping that would suffice.

Kimberly let out a disbelieving huff. "Busy? Please. I know my own son. He doesn't run a company, refuses to take over the family business, and spends all his time burning through whatever money his father and grandfather left him. If he's not here, he's probably off tinkering with those ridiculous cars again."

Good thing neither Kimberly nor her husband paid much attention to celebrity news. Jed was always traveling for business, rarely home, and whenever Osborn asked for money, they simply sent it over without question. Kimberly would be far less composed if she knew her son had nearly died on the racetrack.

Victoria nudged the plate of pastries Haley had brought closer to Kimberly, offering a sheepish smile.

Kimberly, seeing the attempt at hospitality and Victoria's reluctance to speak further, decided not to press.

"Osborn's been butting heads with his father and grandfather since he was a kid. He's well into his twenties now but still acts like a rebellious teenager…"