The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 245

Violet's cab pulled up in front of Vertex Dynamics. As soon as the receptionist caught sight of her, she sprang to her feet with a respectful, "Ms. Marchand."

The receptionist quickly stepped out from behind her desk and hurried over, leading Violet straight to the executive elevator reserved for the company's top brass.

Violet barely registered any of this. When the elevator chimed open, someone from the executive office was already waiting by the doors to greet her.

"Where's Mr. Langford?" Violet's expression was stormy, and Benjamin, the head of the secretariat, approached her with visible caution.

"Mr. Langford should be here any minute, Ms. Marchand. Would you like to wait for him in the lounge?"

Violet's tone was cold. "No, I'll go straight to his office."

Benjamin hesitated, clearly wanting to object but not daring to push back. After all, Violet was the one Mr. Langford treated like a treasure. He could only trail after her, nerves on edge.

When Violet reached the office, she could hear voices from inside—one of them unmistakably a woman's. Her hand paused on the door handle, hesitating for only a couple of seconds before she pushed the door open.

"McNeil—"

Inside, besides McNeil, sat a man and a woman, both around forty. They weren't at all who Violet had expected. Relief flickered across her face as she realized it wasn't Victoria. McNeil looked surprised to see her, his brow creasing slightly, but he quickly stood up with practiced composure.

"What are you doing here?"

The clock on the wall told her she was nearly an hour early. There was no way the driver had made such a mistake.

"I finished up early and thought I'd drop by," Violet replied, her tone polite. "Am I interrupting? I'm so sorry—I can step out—"

Her words seemed to put the guests at ease. "Of course," Grace said. "You two go ahead."

Benjamin quickly stepped in to escort the officials out, leaving Violet alone with McNeil. She offered him an apologetic look. "I didn't realize you were in a meeting. I must've given them the wrong idea just now."

McNeil's expression returned to its usual cool detachment. "No need to explain. They've met you now, so you can help me entertain them later. But we still have to pick up Gwyneth from preschool."

Violet nodded gently. "Alright."

Then, as if casually, she asked, "I remember you used to have Victoria handle school pickups when things got busy. Why not today? People in Investment and Tech said she wasn't at the office this afternoon—she went out."

Violet continued, "I checked the company's travel assignments. She's not listed. Has she been especially busy lately?"