The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 221

Violet couldn't help but fixate on the way Maynard kept calling Victoria "ma'am." Cool-headed as she usually was, she found herself feeling a rare twinge of jealousy.

"Is your marriage with Victoria public?" she asked, unable to hide the bitterness in her tone. At the very least, McNeil had never sent Maynard to pick her up in such an expensive car.

But McNeil, stone-faced and distracted, hadn't even registered Violet's question. He slammed his foot on the gas, racing after Victoria's car.

Just as he was about to catch up, the Maybach suddenly turned off, taking a different route straight toward The Langford Group's headquarters.

It wasn't until Victoria's car disappeared down the road that the employees from Quantum Core Technologies finally snapped out of their daze.

"Was that Victoria's husband?" Sandra asked from a distance, unable to make out exactly what Maynard had called Victoria.

"No, that was her family's driver," someone else chimed in, though the female executives wore a mix of expressions—skepticism, surprise, maybe even envy.

More than a few eyes darted toward Mr. Garcia. Everyone had seen that car, its license plate was almost ostentatious, the kind that even Mr. Garcia probably couldn't get his hands on.

So, was Ms. Turner really Mr. Garcia's mistress after all?

"I bet for someone who rides in a car like that, five hundred thousand dollars is nothing—just pocket change for a couple of designer bags," Maisie from Marketing blurted out, unable to hide the envy in her voice, conveniently forgetting how she'd just been belittling Victoria moments earlier.

George's face darkened at that. "Really? Maybe we should have the Marketing Department working for Ms. Turner, if you're so eager to hand her half a million."

He kept his voice low, making sure Curtis didn't overhear, but the irritation was real.

"Seems like Victoria's family is loaded. Her husband must be a real big shot," someone whispered.

"No idea who he is, though—"

The earlier gossip about Victoria quickly shifted into subdued speculation.

Curtis was only just snapping out of his shock. That car... why did it seem so familiar, like he'd seen it somewhere a few years ago? But he couldn't quite place it.

"We're out of time, let's get moving. Enough gawking," Curtis called, getting into his own car. The others followed, laughing and chatting about other things, no one daring to gossip about Victoria and Curtis anymore.