The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 254

Georgia ignored Victoria, letting her come and go as she pleased.

It wasn't until half an hour later, when Violet's office door finally opened, that she looked over at her assistant.

"Where's Victoria? She's not here yet?"

Georgia, looking put out, stepped forward. "Victoria was here. She waited ten minutes, but when your office door didn't open, she got impatient and left. Said if you're too busy, she'll come see you when you have time."

As she spoke, Georgia couldn't resist stirring the pot. "Ms. Marchand, I tried to persuade her to stay, but Victoria doesn't take me seriously at all. If she wants to leave, there's nothing I can do to stop her—"

Violet's hands, resting on the edge of her desk, curled into fists for a moment before she forced herself to relax.

"Understood."

Georgia watched as Violet walked into her office and shut the door—harder than usual.

Suppressing a smirk, Georgia thought to herself: Some people just don't know their place. Victoria might be a deputy manager, but she'll learn soon enough who she shouldn't cross.

Inside, Violet sat at her desk, a knot tightening in her chest.

Last night, Gwyneth had been a handful—crying and restless, tormented by nightmares after getting lost earlier in the day.

McNeil had stayed overnight at Winding Peak Lane for the first time, just to help look after Gwyneth.

Trying to play the perfect wife and mother, Violet hadn't slept a wink. Every time Gwyneth whimpered, she'd scoop her into her arms, gently rubbing her back and soothing her until, finally, the little girl drifted off around four in the morning. By then, Violet's own exhaustion felt bone-deep.

She arrived at work with dark circles under her eyes—no amount of makeup could hide them. The frustration simmering inside her was thick enough to choke on. All of this should've been Victoria's responsibility in the first place.

And yet—

She'd cared for Victoria's daughter all night, and now Victoria couldn't even be bothered to show up for a meeting.

Grimacing, Violet grabbed her office phone and dialed straight through to the executive suite.

"Connect me to Mr. Garcia's line, please. I need to speak with him," she said.

The call was answered quickly, and Violet's tense voice spilled through the line. Curtis had just been interrupted mid-task, annoyance flickering across his face, but he held it back.

"What is it?"

"Can't you do something about Victoria?" Violet launched in, wasting no time.

"Do something about what?" Curtis asked, brow furrowing.

"I asked her to come to my office. While I was talking to a department head, she disappeared. All I wanted was for her to transfer to another department—isn't that within my authority? She completely ignores directives! Mr. Garcia, no matter how capable she is, we don't have to tolerate this."