The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 235

If Victoria made even the slightest move, they'd pick up on it in an instant.

She had no desire to invite trouble.

Her expression was cool, giving nothing away—calm, collected, as if none of this mattered.

But beneath the table, where Curtis couldn't see, her palm had already broken out in a thin layer of sweat.

"Mr. Garcia, if you send Victoria to the tech department, does that mean I won't see her anymore?"

Ailie was clearly unhappy. She had finally found someone she could actually talk to, and now Victoria, who'd only been in the Investment Department a few days, was about to be transferred elsewhere.

She wasn't ready to let go.

"You could always go to the tech department too, if you want."

Curtis was only teasing, but Ailie shot him a glare.

"Right, and next you'll be asking a fox to do a tiger's job. I wouldn't understand a single line of code over there—don't torture me."

Programming was not her thing, and Curtis's joke had gone way too far.

Osborn had been quietly listening to their banter, patiently waiting for over twenty minutes. When it seemed like they'd finally reached some sort of agreement, he cut in coldly.

"Are you all finished? Good, because I'd like a turn now."

Curtis glanced at Osborn and didn't like what he saw: the man kept his gaze fixed on Victoria, sitting closer to her than Curtis would have liked.

"So, Mr. Clark, how long have you known our Ms. Turner?"

He was trying to size up the competition. From the looks of it, Victoria probably had a backup plan if she ever got divorced. Considering her talent and looks, Curtis wouldn't be surprised if there were other suitors hiding in the wings.

"I call her Vicky. How long do you think it's been?"

Osborn didn't bother with pleasantries, especially not with any man who could sit down to a meal with Victoria. He didn't care if Curtis was Victoria's boss—in fact, technically, as the primary shareholder, he was her boss too.