The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 103

“As far as I know, the manager of Quantum Core Technologies’ Investment Department is someone named Ailie. And as luck would have it, she’s a friend of our boss, Ms. Victoria Langford. This Ms. Marchand? At best, she’s an assistant manager,” Yasmine interjected quickly, hoping to spare Victoria from dirtying her tongue with insults.

A moment ago, Yulia had praised Violet as if she were some rare creature who only existed in the exclusive world of Golden Era Enterprises, never to be seen among ordinary mortals. At that, Violet’s expression flickered ever so slightly.

But Violet didn’t argue with Yasmine. She knew Victoria better than anyone—when it came to important occasions, Victoria always saw the bigger picture. There was no way she’d let McNeil lose face in public. And right now, Violet’s role was to be McNeil’s girlfriend.

As for Victoria, without McNeil’s explicit permission, she would never dare reveal her true identity as Mrs. Langford.

“Violet’s just recovered from a serious illness. Taking on a high-pressure executive role would be too much for her right now,” McNeil said smoothly, stepping in. “Frankly, with her talent, even an assistant manager position is beneath her.”

He’d actually spotted Victoria before even entering the room. Now that their divorce was finalized, they were no longer husband and wife. If she could move in with another man, he could just as well attend another woman’s family gathering.

The only thing McNeil hadn’t expected was that Simms—his former almost-father-in-law—was actually Violet’s uncle.

If he’d known about that connection, he wouldn’t have come at all.

By shielding Violet, McNeil was inadvertently raising her standing in everyone’s eyes. While she might be well-known among racing enthusiasts, in Starfall City’s business and political circles, she was practically a stranger.

But tonight, with half the city’s elite gathered for Simms’s wife Janice’s birthday, Violet’s status rose dramatically simply by being on McNeil’s arm. Suddenly, everyone wanted to know who she was.

“Our Ms. Turner—” Yasmine started to argue, but Victoria quickly leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Whatever she said made Yasmine’s eyes crinkle and a barely concealed smile tug at her lips.

“Alright,” Yasmine said, her expression perfectly composed. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”

She stood and left, and nobody paid her any mind.

Victoria, meanwhile, was asked by Yulia—never one to shy away from stirring the pot—“Victoria, you studied art abroad, didn’t you? Why don’t you help Mrs. Simms take a look at the landscape painting Violet’s boyfriend brought as a gift?”