The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 255

McNeil still had scores to settle with Victoria, but she couldn't have cared less.

"Mr. Langford, company phones aren't for personal attacks or private conversations. If you want to talk, let's do it in front of our lawyers."

She hung up before he could reply, leaving McNeil so infuriated he hurled his phone against the wall, shattering it.

Barely a minute passed before Victoria's office door swung open. Curtis stepped in.

She had expected this, and her expression remained cool and unreadable.

"Did Mr. Langford send you to find me?"

Curtis met her gaze, a flicker of respect crossing his face. The more he learned about this woman, the more enigmatic she became—impossible to ignore.

"I came on my own. If you don't want to transfer to R&D, you really don't have to. Honestly, Mr. Langford's offer isn't as generous as it seems."

Curtis doubted McNeil would ever follow through with such a lucrative deal—not because Victoria wasn't worth it, but because her position didn't warrant that kind of compensation. No tycoon likes to feel exploited, and McNeil, a shark in the business world, least of all.

Curtis's thoughts drifted. The Langford family's rise had always seemed to have a hidden mastermind behind it—someone even more formidable than McNeil. A shadow player, never seen in public.

Except, perhaps—

Curtis caught himself thinking of McNeil's elusive wife. Could she be the real power behind the curtain? If so, Victoria's proposal was even less likely to succeed.

Before Victoria could respond, McNeil's secretary's office called.

"Mr. Garcia, Mr. Langford has agreed to all of Ms. Turner's terms. When would you both be available to come in and sign the contract?"

Curtis stared at his phone in disbelief, then looked at Victoria, clearly stunned. "Mr. Garcia?"

"Mr. Langford wants us at Vertex Dynamics right away. Gather your things—I'll get the car and wait for you downstairs."

Curtis left. Victoria took a calm sip of her coffee, completely unruffled.

Ailie, her assistant, had overheard. "He agreed?"

Every so often, she paused to question a clause. Both Curtis and McNeil were seasoned dealmakers, but McNeil knew better than most—Victoria's understanding of contracts was razor-sharp. For the past six years, she'd been involved in every major Langford Group negotiation. She could sniff out loopholes and potential liabilities a mile away.

McNeil smirked. "Ms. Turner, you can trust me—just as I trust you."

There was an unspoken meaning in his tone, one only Victoria could decipher. Curtis, watching her work, was clearly impressed.

Victoria reviewed every page for almost an hour. The executive assistant shuffled his feet restlessly, but seeing the seriousness on both bosses' faces, he kept quiet.

Finally, she closed the last page and looked up. "All right. I'm done. Other than a few ambiguous phrases, there's nothing major. As agreed—five percent commission. I accept."

She reached for McNeil's pen, but as her fingers brushed his, she recoiled as though burned, knocking the pen to the floor.

McNeil couldn't resist a jab. "You were so confident negotiating the contract, Ms. Turner—yet now you can barely hold a pen?"

He bent to pick it up, his eyes meeting hers with a heat only two people with a shared past could understand. A flush crept up Victoria's cheeks, anger rising in her chest.

"Mr. Langford, you're overthinking things. In the future, kindly communicate through Mr. Garcia. If you bypass him, it only proves the Langford Group's lack of professionalism. Mr. Garcia, Mr. Langford, it's the end of the workday. I won't take up any more of your time."