The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 142

Curtis was still in a daze after hanging up the phone, absently glancing toward Victoria’s office.

Could it have been Victoria?

Inside Victoria’s office, Ailie was gossiping away when Curtis’s assistant appeared at the door.

“Ms. Ailie, Mr. Garcia would like to see you.”

Victoria was more than happy to have Ailie whisked away—she’d been hoping for some peace to get back to work.

“What does he want with me?” Ailie asked, casting Victoria a conspiratorial look. “Hey, do you think he wants me to talk you into something? Don’t give in unless he offers you a cut of the money.”

Victoria, already nursing a headache, waved her off. “Just go, will you?”

Ailie practically skipped out of the office, grinning. When she reached Curtis, he looked at her with a complicated expression.

“So, Mr. Garcia, what’s on your mind?”

Ailie was ready, striking a pose that all but said, “Come on, beg me.”

Curtis frowned. “What’s really going on between Victoria and her husband?”

Ailie’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

“Wait, seriously? That’s what you called me over for?”

She’d expected him to ask her to put in a good word with Victoria, maybe persuade her to fix the code, sweeten the deal with a bonus or something—not this.

What game was Curtis playing?

“Ailie.” Curtis’s tone was grave.

Just the mention of McNeil had Ailie rolling her eyes in disgust.

“Relax. There’s absolutely zero chance of them patching things up. Honestly, it’s probably time for the divorce paperwork.”

That jerk McNeil was always playing the doting boyfriend with Violet—if she were Victoria, she’d have exposed those two cheaters ages ago.

Curtis stroked his chin, deep in thought.