The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 228

Gossip about the rich and powerful was practically the Ta family's favorite pastime—the sort of thing everyone loved to chew over after lunch, their go-to source of entertainment.

Meanwhile, Patrick and a bunch of other tech guys had no clue that Ailie was gleefully sharpening her claws, ready to take down their beloved Mr. Langford. The whole group was on the edge of their seats, waiting to see what would happen next, ears practically twitching to catch every word.

After all, moments like these were rare in the IT department. Most of the time, everyone was glued to their screens, either fixing bugs or on their way to fix bugs. The only dreams they had at night were about code and deadlines. A couple of them had even landed in the hospital after too many all-nighters. The doctor's advice was always the same: "Stop staying up so late, or you'll end up with permanent insomnia." But honestly, they felt like they'd never sleep again if they didn't squash every last bug.

"What happened?"

The chatter at the table died instantly. The conversation, which had been lively just a second ago, fizzled into silence. At the neighboring tables, the folks from McNeil's team, plus the groups from Vertex Dynamics and Quantum Core Technologies, all turned to look their way.

"Oh, you know—he kicked his own wife to the curb to make room for some useless gold-digger. Now he's having lunch with that shameless hussy."

Ailie barely bothered to hide her glance toward McNeil's table, which set off a chain reaction—suddenly, everyone in IT was sneaking looks at McNeil and Violet, trying to figure out what the fuss was about.

Violet, catching the stares from the techies, responded with her signature "Mrs. Langford" smile, all poised and gracious. She leaned in closer to McNeil and spoke to him in a low voice.

"Ailie, where on earth did you hear that? Why are we always the last to know these things?"

Some of them were starting to wonder if Ailie was taking a jab at their own Mr. Langford. As far as they knew, Mr. Langford was definitely married—with a daughter, even—but the real Mrs. Langford was a complete mystery, someone no one had ever actually seen.

"Looks like the meal's already started. Are we late?"

While the crowd was still gossiping, a sharply dressed man strode in at the entrance, accompanied by his chic secretary, Yulia, and even Marian. Several imposing managers followed close behind as they swept into the Vertex Dynamics cafeteria, brimming with confidence.

Victoria's eyes narrowed, catching sight of Simms.

Figures.