The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 222

Ailie beamed. "Alright!"

Curtis's car pulled up to The Langford Group before the others. He spotted Victoria and her companions waiting at the entrance.

"Why aren't you going in?" he asked, his gaze soft but tinged with something more complicated.

"We can't, apparently," Victoria replied, glancing toward the front desk and the security guards.

"Just tell them we're from Quantum Core Technologies. That should be enough."

Curtis was about to lead Victoria inside when Violet appeared, moving quickly enough to intercept them. Victoria didn't see McNeil—he was probably off parking the car.

Switching to her work voice, Victoria greeted Violet with a polite formality. "Ms. Marchand."

Ailie stood off to the side, pointedly avoiding Violet's eyes, her posture stiff and chilly.

Violet nodded, keeping her focus entirely on Curtis. "McNeil asked me to show you around first. Ms. Ailie, Ms. Turner, please wait here. Someone from the company will come down and take you up through the staff entrance."

Curtis never fully understood the tension between Violet and Victoria. Maybe it had something to do with that infamous project, but whatever the reason, Violet's attitude toward Victoria always felt a little off—subtle, but unmistakable.

As deputy director, Violet's interactions with Victoria were perfectly professional, but Curtis couldn't shake the sense that something else simmered beneath the surface.

He glanced at Victoria, feeling powerless to intervene.

"Mr. Garcia, go ahead. Don't worry about us—wouldn't want to drag down your executive image," Ailie muttered, tugging Victoria away as she went, grumbling under her breath.

"What a load of crap. The Langford Group belongs to the Langfords, not her. Who does she think she is?"

She put her hands on her hips, mimicking Violet's clipped tone. "‘Mr. Garcia, McNeil asked me to show you around first…' Please."

Then she turned to Victoria, lowering her voice. "So, who's that handsome guy you called over just now? Driver? Or is he one of the top execs? Seriously, you could've had him take us upstairs! The Langfords have an empire—you're practically the lady of the house, and yet you're letting her boss you around?"

Victoria hadn't even thought about it that way. It was, after all, her first time visiting the Langford Group's headquarters, despite everything.