The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 281

A faint smile played at the corners of Victoria's lips.

Curtis really was a sharp one.

In the world of business heavyweights, including Victoria herself, there wasn't a single person who could be taken lightly.

Victoria was especially optimistic about Quantum Core Technologies these days.

When she arrived at the office, she found the whole place buzzing with energy. Everyone walked with a certain swagger and confidence. Victoria guessed it probably had a lot to do with this morning's stock market rally.

As she made her way down the hall, she overheard two young women chatting.

"I came in early today and saw Ms. Marchand was already in her office. She's really something, isn't she?"

"I saw that too! Did you notice those red marks on her neck? Gave me chills. Word is, some psycho tried to strangle her for almost fifteen minutes yesterday—she barely made it out alive."

"I know! It's terrifying. If it were me, there's no way I'd show up to work today. I'd probably need a whole week off just to recover, both physically and mentally."

That's when Victoria realized Violet had come to work today. After everything that happened yesterday, most people would be half-dead with fright.

To be able to come back to work, calm and composed, after something like that—Violet truly was in a league of her own.

Victoria doubted even she could handle it with such poise.

"That's why she's the VP, and why she managed to find such an amazing boyfriend. She's got grit—she's not just anybody."

"Mr. Langford is such a catch. If he were my boyfriend, I'd quit my job in a heartbeat. I'd spend my days shopping and living a carefree life. Wouldn't that be perfect?"

The words landed in Victoria's heart like a blade.

Back when the company had finally stabilized, McNeil had once said the same thing to her. In the end, the irony was that she wasn't even as lucky as a pet canary.

A canary at least gets its owner's attention from time to time. But as for her, McNeil couldn't even be bothered to look her way anymore.

Georgia was fuming, her face red with anger, ready to start another round, but then she seemed to remember something. She stomped her foot and stormed off.

"Victoria, over here—we've got a problem that needs your attention!"

George's voice was tense, clearly stressed.

The game development plan was already in full swing. Victoria had started coding, and everything had been going smoothly—until this morning, when they'd discovered a data issue.

The whole team had been at it for over an hour, but no one could pinpoint the problem. They'd all been waiting for Victoria.

Just as she was about to step over, Georgia reappeared.

"Victoria, Ms. Marchand wants to see—"

Victoria frowned. "She'll have to wait. I don't have time right now."