The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 52

A deputy manager in the venture capital department and an executive assistant—truth be told, there weren’t many chances for them to cross paths at work.

The head of VC was Ailie. Whenever something important came up, Victoria would still hand it over to her, not anyone else.

After work, Curtis had invited both Ailie and Victoria out to dinner.

Before heading out, Victoria called McNeil to see if he needed her to pick up Gwyneth. No one answered. She texted him, but still got no reply.

Whenever he went radio silent like this, it always meant she wasn’t needed.

Victoria accepted Curtis’s invitation without hesitation. She was only too happy to have the evening to herself for once.

Curtis chose a French restaurant with an elegant, romantic atmosphere. Still, three people at dinner always made it feel like someone was the odd one out.

Victoria, for her part, had never picked up on the fact that Curtis might be interested in her as more than a colleague. To her, he was just the boss—nothing more, nothing less.

They hadn’t been eating long when a couple in their forties walked in.

The man wore a sharp suit, his physique trim and athletic, the kind that only years of disciplined workouts could achieve. His features were striking—handsome in a rugged, distinguished way—and everything about him, from the way he moved to the way he spoke, radiated the confidence of a man who knew his place in the world. The woman at his side wore a flowing evening dress; she was voluptuous and exuded a kind of mature allure, probably in her mid-thirties, her whole presence brimming with self-assurance and charm.

Curtis and Ailie both noticed that Victoria’s gaze lingered on the pair.

“That’s Mr. Miller from Golden Era Enterprises—and his assistant,” Curtis explained quietly.

Everyone in high society knew Simms. Rumor had it he’d built his fortune off his wife’s family years ago, though nobody dared mention that piece of ancient gossip anymore.

“Assistants are supposed to be arm-in-arm with their bosses now?” Ailie muttered, clearly unimpressed with these CEOs and their questionable taste. “What is it with these men and their secretaries? The way they act, it’s obvious to anyone something’s off.”

Curtis said nothing, and the conversation was cut short when Victoria’s phone rang.

“Ms. Turner, I’ve sent you Mr. Miller’s schedule,” came Yasmine’s voice on the other end. She’d hacked into Simms’s computer as easily as taking a breath.

“Thank you,” Victoria replied coolly, glancing at the message Yasmine had sent. She set down her fork.

The manager looked apologetic. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but that set’s already been reserved. We have a number of other beautiful pieces—perhaps you’d like to take a look?”

Victoria’s smile turned cold. “I want this one. The others aren’t worth my time.”

The manager hesitated, clearly uncomfortable.

“If you’re willing to let it go, we’ll pay double,” Yasmine said smoothly on Victoria’s behalf.

“It’s not about the money,” the manager replied, wringing her hands. “This piece was reserved by one of our VIP clients. I’m afraid I can’t authorize the sale.”

Victoria’s expression hardened further. “What kind of VIP could possibly refuse a double offer?”

As the standoff continued, a deep male voice came from the entrance.

“That jade set was reserved for me.”