The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 349

Victoria couldn’t have cared less about whatever Violet was up to.

After Ailie slipped out of the office, she sneaked her way into the security room, a stray cat cradled in her arms.

She found the head of security and wasted no time getting straight to the point.

“Cut the power to the conference room immediately. There’s a short circuit—sparks coming from one of the outlets.”

The chief’s eyes widened. He jumped up and was already rolling up his sleeves, ready to rush over with her.

“No need for that,” Ailie cut him off. “Just keep the power off for the next thirty minutes. Ignore any calls about it—don’t answer, no matter who it is. Mr. Garcia’s out of the building anyway; he won’t know what’s going on in the conference room.”

She leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “If he calls and asks you to turn the power back on, just agree and wait for my call before actually doing it.”

The chief nodded along, wide-eyed and compliant.

With her mischief done, Ailie headed back to the conference room. Inside, the chatter had already picked up, filling the air with restless voices.

Violet’s face, once projected on the massive screen, had vanished when the power cut out. Now everyone was speculating, whispering to one another about the sudden blackout.

Ailie strolled in, wearing an easy, cheerful smile.

“Mr. Garcia, I just checked with security downstairs. They said the power grid on this floor’s overloaded—too many people using too much voltage. They’re working on repairs but it’ll be at least half an hour before we get the lights back on.”

She made sure to speak loud enough for the whole room to hear.

People immediately began murmuring in low voices.

“What rotten luck—Ms. Marchand was just about to bask in the spotlight, and now no one from our company got to see it.”

“Let her have her moment. Why drag us all into another one of these endless, pointless meetings? We’d be better off actually doing work. At least then, come bonus time, our families might get a little more to celebrate.”

“Exactly! She’s already moved on—why come back here to show off? Didn’t you see how she kept Mr. Garcia under her thumb when she was VP? You’d think the company was hers, the way she acted.”

“I bet Mr. Garcia can barely stand her either, but since she’s the girlfriend of the company’s backer, he had to play nice. Now that she’s gone, it’s for the best.”

“No kidding. Honestly, Ms. Marchand never had a clue—couldn’t she tell none of us liked her?”

Curtis shot Ailie a long, thoughtful glance and nodded slightly.

“If the problem’s with the voltage, let them take their time fixing it. Doesn’t matter how long it takes—we’ll just skip this part and move on to the next item,” Curtis announced.

As soon as he finished, Ailie looped her arm through Victoria’s, grinning mischievously. Victoria could tell just from her face that Ailie had been up to no good.

The atmosphere warmed instantly. All the employees and managers began voicing suggestions and requests for Victoria, not objections.

Quantum Core Technologies was suddenly united, the promotion meeting for Victoria lively and spirited.

Just then, someone noticed a figure standing at the door and whispered,

“Isn’t that Mr. Langford? Today’s the day Ms. Marchand takes over as CEO at V&S Group—why’s he here instead of over there?”

Curtis, catching the ripple of excitement, turned toward the entrance.

McNeil strolled in, his hands in his pockets, looking every bit the gentleman—if a little too charming for his own good. Behind him, a security guard carefully carried in a contract model cast entirely in gold. Every eye in the room widened.

McNeil’s expression was cool and unruffled.

“I was just about to deliver this contract to Mr. Garcia when I stumbled into this celebration,” he said. “Congratulations to Ms. Turner on her new role as VP of Quantum Core Technologies. Let’s hope our two companies continue to enjoy a great partnership.”

As he finished, someone outside wheeled in a massive bouquet—nine hundred and ninety-nine stunning scarlet roses. Atop the bouquet rested an open jewelry box containing a full set of priceless emeralds.

“For you, Ms. Turner—a little token of my appreciation. I hope you’ll accept it with a smile.”