The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 224

It wasn't just Patrick—everyone in Vertex Dynamics' tech department had fallen silent. In an effort to curry favor with Violet, someone eagerly pulled out a chair at the head of the conference table for her, but in the process, the chair slid and slammed hard into Victoria's foot.

Her ankle had only recently healed, so the sudden jolt of something solid against the injured spot sent a sharp, familiar pain shooting up her leg.

She frowned. Patrick finally realized he'd just hit someone, but with Violet to greet, he didn't even bother to look apologetic.

"Ms. Marchand, please take a seat."

Henry grinned. "Patrick, why don't you make some tea?"

"Oh, right, right! How could I forget? Ms. Marchand prefers jasmine tea. I'll bring some little cakes as well."

Violet smiled politely. "No need to go to all that trouble every time I visit. And please, bring some for Ms. Turner too."

Victoria glanced at her but said nothing.

Every time?

Clearly, Violet visited Vertex Dynamics often enough for everyone to know her preferences—her favorite tea, her fondness for sweets.

Victoria spoke up, her tone even. "Don't worry about me. I don't have a sweet tooth. Just serve Ms. Marchand."

Violet's smile didn't waver. "What were you all discussing before I arrived? Please, continue as if I'm not here. At Quantum Core Technologies, I've led a game development project myself—ran into some bugs, got pretty interested in this area. I'd love to hear your insights. Don't mind me."