The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 244

The tech department supervisor didn't really know—he was just guessing.

Violet still had the phone pressed hard against her ear, a faint annoyance flickering in her beautiful eyes.

"Understood," she said curtly.

Was McNeil calling her just to have her pick up Gwyneth so he could discuss the three percent company profit share with Victoria?

Earlier at lunch, she'd asked Mr. Brown to draw McNeil away, thinking he'd gotten her message.

There was no way he'd seriously offer Victoria shares in three different companies just to get her involved with developing some new game for the tech department. Victoria was a programmer—did she really think writing a few mediocre lines of code entitled her to an ownership stake?

The thought left a bitter taste in Violet's mouth.

She was fighting so hard precisely because she couldn't let Thorpe Langford think she was clinging to McNeil just for the Langford fortune.

McNeil was outstanding, and the Langford family owned a vast business empire. If Violet brought nothing to the table, how could she ever hope to join The Langford Group and help McNeil run the company?

The last thing she wanted was to end up like Victoria—always with her hand out, asking men for money, never achieving anything on her own.

McNeil's reluctance to publicly acknowledge Victoria's status, Violet suspected, was at least half because he didn't want Victoria to embarrass the Langfords.

What man would want a wife who offered nothing but her looks? Violet was different.

She could mingle with high society and handle the practical side of things too.

But now, Victoria was up to her old tricks.

Violet, unable to let it go, picked up her phone and dialed McNeil. If he still didn't seem to understand how upset she was about this whole Victoria situation, she'd just lay it out for him.

There was no way McNeil would ignore her feelings and actually agree to give Victoria such generous terms.

But the call rang and rang with no answer. Frustrated, Violet had no choice but to call McNeil's secretary.

After a moment's thought, she called McNeil's driver. "Don't worry about picking me up later. I'll head to Vertex Dynamics myself."

She grabbed her coat and bag, then asked Georgia to let the transportation desk know she needed a car.

Within minutes, a sleek executive van pulled up outside. As Violet got in, Curtis happened to return to the building and caught sight of her.

His own car was parked nearby. It wasn't even close to quitting time—why was Violet leaving now, and in a company car, no less?

Curtis immediately called the transportation desk. "Was Ms. Marchand scheduled for a company vehicle today?"

"Her assistant let us know at the last minute," came the reply. "Ms. Marchand needed to go to Vertex Dynamics. Georgia said not to record it on the official transportation log."

Curtis's eyes narrowed. "I see."

He paused for a moment, thinking. "Log this trip for Ms. Marchand anyway. If she asks, tell her it was at my direction. From now on, for any company executive, unless the trip is pre-approved and logged with the transportation desk, they need my sign-off before using a company vehicle."