The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 313 Still half-asleep, Victoria was jolted awake by a few sharp taps on her office window.

"Victoria. My office, now." Violet didn't wait for a response, just turned and walked away, leaving Victoria no choice but to stand up and follow, her steps a little unsteady.

That man was just too much-she'd already decided there was no way she'd go to him again tonight. She needed a proper night's sleep.

When she entered Violet's office, Violet said coolly, "Close the door." Victoria didn't budge. "If you have something to say, Ms. Marchand, just say it. There's nothing here that others can't hear." All this secrecy-she could already imagine the office rumor mill going into overdrive.

Victoria was tired of it. Somehow, she was always at the center of every bit of gossip in the company. Wasn't everyone obsessed with Violet and McNeil before? When had she becpublic enemy number one? Violet's hand clenched tight around her pen. "Just a reminder to focus on your work. If you're too tired to do your job, don't bother showing up. Everyone here is working hard-what exactly are you doing?" Victoria blinked, stunned. She was working herself to the bone too, she just didn't parade it for everyone to see like Violet did, as if she was the only one putting in any effort.

"Victoria, a woman's youth doesn't last forever. If you waste it pleasing a man, I really don't think you're cut out for this job. If you want to be a strong, independent woman, start acting like one." She never mentioned McNeil by name, but Victoria could hear the accusation behind every word-Violet was blaming her for chasing after him.

What a joke. McNeil was the one who wouldn't leave her alone. Victoria was about to fire back when suddenly Ailie burst in.

"There you are, Victoria-I've been looking everywhere. Ms. Marchand, is there a reason you needed Victoria?" Ever since Ailie had called Violet a "washed-up diva" and somehow escaped being fired, Violet seemed to have a permanent chip on her shoulder around her. Now, seeing Ailie appear in her office unannounced, her expression soured even more.

Victoria smirked. "Ms. Marchand just wanted to remindto focus on my work and stop trying to seduce men." It was the first tVictoria had ever thrown such a pointed barb at Violet, and Ailie jumped right in, a glint in her eye.

"Oh, Ms. Marchand's talking about that tVictoria's husband was showering during your office meeting, right? What, are you jealous because a married couple's private life is none of your business?" Violet's face turned icy. Nothing good ever happened when Ailie showed up. How had she even gotten in here without an appointment? Ailie went on, utterly shameless. "I mean, Victoria, your husband's a machine, isn't he? Seven or eight times a night-no wonder you don't have tfor anyone else." Victoria's face flushed scarlet. She honestly had no idea how Ailie could say things like that with a straight face; she herself could never pull it off.

And anyway, McNeil wasn't sinsatiable beast-four times was the most he'd ever managed...

She caught herself getting lost in the details and quickly reeled her thoughts back in. Violet was practically shaking with rage.

"Ailie, I'm speaking with Victoria. This has nothing to do with you." Violet had never lost her composure like this before. Lately, things with McNeil had been... off. Or maybe, if she was honest, McNeil had never shown her anything beyond polite friendship. At most, they'd shared the occasional meal or played with Gwyneth together.

There had never been any real intimacy. What Ailie was implying had never happened. So why could McNeil be that way with Victoria? Their divorce was already on the horizon, wasn't it? Why was Victoria still so entangled with him? Violet didn't say it out loud-she wasn't stupid. But she couldn't stand how openly Victoria and McNeil flaunted their relationship. Everyone in Quantum Core Technologies could see it.

Thank God no one knew Victoria was actually McNeil's wife-otherwise, Violet would be the laughingstock of the entire company. She would never allow that to happen.

Ailie, undeterred, pressed on. "That depends, Ms. Marchand-are you asking Victoria about work, or is this personal? it's company business, you're right, it's none of my business. But if you're meddling in her private life, you'd better believe I have every right to say something."

She was relentless, determined to give Violet a taste of her own medicine. Victoria waited until Ailie had said her piece before stepping in. "Ms. Marchand, I have a lot of work to get through. If there's nothing else, may I go?" Violet was so angry she seemed to forget what she'd wanted to say. Ailie shot Victoria a look, grabbed her hand, and the two made their way to the door, eager to escape.

Just as Victoria reached the threshold, Violet found her voice.

"Victoria, there's nothing more pathetic than a woman who uses her looks to get ahead. Don't think for a second that just because McNeil can't keep his hands off you, he's planning to cback. He just wants your body. You'll always lose out to me. He'll never truly love a woman like you-otherwise, why would he keep your marriage a secret for six years?" Ailie nearly spun around and kicked the door off its hinges. Victoria held her back, looking at Violet with a calm, steady gaze.

"If he's so wonderful, and you love him so much, and he loves you, then I wish you both a lifetof happiness. But maybe you should ask him to hurry up-after all, he's the one dragging his feet on the divorce."