The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 232

Violet's face changed in an instant, her expression tightening.

Victoria didn't respond. She walked out of the dining room with Ailie, not sparing a backward glance.

For a moment, the atmosphere was heavy with awkwardness. Curtis shot McNeil a long, searching look, clearly mulling over the phrase "all alone."

"I'm done too. You all enjoy the rest of your meal," Curtis said, barely masking his intent as he set off after Victoria.

Simms let out a cold laugh. "Seems Mr. Garcia values Victoria a lot. Five million dollars, and he doesn't even bat an eye."

Violet watched Curtis's retreating figure. Suddenly, a realization dawned on her: Curtis cared for Victoria far more than she'd imagined. A businessman who'd built his company into one of Starfall City's leading firms, yet he let his staff follow their whims, switch departments as they pleased—unless he was in love, what other reason could there be? What boss would indulge an employee like that?

"Curtis is serious about Victoria."

Violet's smile was subtle, almost offhand, but her words landed with precision.

"Cousin, you really are something," Marian chimed in, eager to please Violet, her tone full of disdain. "Why would you even bring someone like her into the company? She's not half as capable as you, and she's got the nerve to ask for three percent. Who does she think she is?"

Marian's words dripped with contempt, oblivious to the way McNeil's expression was growing darker with every second. Yulia noticed and nudged Marian under the table, but Marian seemed not to register the warning.

"Violet, you should talk some sense into your husband," Marian pressed on. "The Langford Group is rich, sure, but there's no need to hand out money for nothing. Three percent, just for showing up? She must be out of her mind."

A sharp crack broke the tense air. McNeil's wine glass shattered in his grip, shards digging deep into his palm, blood welling instantly.

"McNeil—!" Violet gasped, a look of alarm flashing across her beautiful face. She reached for his hand, but McNeil didn't move, his eyes cold and dangerous.

"She is my wife," McNeil said, his voice low and chilling. "Half of The Langford Group belongs to her. You ask who she is?"

He stood, yanking his hand away from Violet, tossing his napkin onto the table, and fixed Simms with an icy glare. "Mr. Miller, Vertex Dynamics doesn't welcome people who don't know when to hold their tongue. Don't bring anyone like that to my company again."

With that, McNeil strode out of the room.