The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 290

McNeil hung up on Victoria for the fourth time that morning.

Ever since their falling out, the two hadn't spoken privately—not a word. Victoria never reached out first, and McNeil couldn't have cared less. Both were simply waiting for Maynard to deliver the divorce papers to city hall; once the documents were signed, they'd go their separate ways.

But now Victoria was desperate. If she didn't find McNeil and convince him to help Ailie, there was a real chance Ailie would be fired from Quantum Core Technologies.

Victoria technically owned two companies—EmilyTech Solutions and V&S Group—but it wasn't time to let Ailie know about any of that. With no other options, she told her boss George she had a family emergency and hailed a cab straight to McNeil's company, Vertex Dynamics.

The receptionist at Vertex recognized her immediately. Last time, Victoria had arrived with Curtis and taken the executive elevator reserved for McNeil himself. So today, when she walked in, the receptionist quickly greeted her and offered to escort her upstairs.

"Ms. Turner, right this way."

Mr. Langford—the name everyone used for McNeil—had given instructions: any executives from Quantum Core Technologies were to be shown directly up to his floor, no need to check with him first.

Victoria had no trouble reaching McNeil's office.

He was in the middle of a meeting when she arrived. Ignoring the startled secretary's protests, Victoria pushed the door open without hesitation.

"McNeil. I need to talk to you."

The two company shareholders he'd been meeting with exchanged surprised glances—no one ever addressed Mr. Langford by his first name, let alone a woman storming in like this.

The secretary hurried in, panic written all over her face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Langford, I'll have her escorted out right away."

Interrupting a meeting with the CEO was no small offense; the secretary knew she'd be in serious trouble for this.

The two shareholders, seeing McNeil's silence, guessed Victoria must be someone important. Sensing the tension, they stood and made for the door.

"Out. And close the door behind you," McNeil said, his tone unruffled.

He looked at Victoria with an expression that betrayed not the slightest hint of surprise.

The secretary didn't think for a moment that McNeil was talking to Victoria. But hearing such a direct order—one she'd never heard before—she froze, unsure.

McNeil's office was always open, an unwritten rule. If female employees ever came to see him, they always came in groups of three or more. Even special clients were entertained in the lounge, never alone in his office.