The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 283

Georgia went to see Violet first, embellishing the story as she unloaded her frustrations about Victoria. Then she handed over the documents Ailie had given her.

Violet skimmed through the papers, her eyes lighting up with excitement. This was a flagship project for the Investment Department this year—the numbers were staggering. If it succeeded, the company could see returns tripling at the very least.

Developing a new game required massive capital. After last time's disastrous flop, no matter how Violet tried, Golden Era Enterprises absolutely refused to get on board.

Though McNeil seemed unbothered on the surface, Violet had picked up on the truth: Curtis was shouldering this entire game project alone. McNeil and Victoria had signed some kind of contract—no one knew what the terms were, and Violet still hadn't seen the details.

One thing was clear: Victoria didn't have the money to invest. Worse, if there were profits, she expected dividends. To Violet, that was barely a step above outright theft.

Most importantly, McNeil hadn't mentioned any of this to her. She couldn't just start demanding answers out of nowhere—after all, she was McNeil's girlfriend in name only, not Mrs. Langford.

She had no real stake in the Langford Group and certainly no right to interfere with McNeil's decisions.

"Did Ms. Ailie say when the contract would be ready?" Violet asked.

She intended to go with Ailie herself.

"As soon as possible," Georgia replied. "Ms. Ailie already has a meeting scheduled—she said there's no time to lose. Once the contract's out, it has to be signed immediately."

Violet quickly told Georgia to deliver the documents to Ailie without delay.

Seeing how seriously Violet regarded these papers, Georgia realized Ailie hadn't lied to her after all. She remembered the reward Ailie had promised and felt a surge of excitement.

She hurried off to the Investment Department to find Ailie, but when she got there, she found the office door firmly shut and the blinds drawn.

Violet had just stressed that the documents needed to be signed and the contract prepared by 3:30 p.m. sharp. It was already 3:15—just fifteen minutes left.