The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 350

When the emerald jewelry set was unveiled, the entire room fell silent in astonishment—even Victoria couldn’t hide her surprise.

She knew her mother had always cherished collecting emeralds and understood their worth, but this set was different.

This particular set had been a family heirloom, passed down from her grandmother to her mother. After her mother’s death, when Victoria went through her belongings, the emeralds had vanished.

For years, Victoria had searched for them in secret, always coming up empty-handed. The loss had fueled her resentment toward Simms, whom she suspected of having a hand in their disappearance.

Yet she never imagined McNeil would present them to her now, and in such a dramatic fashion.

Any other gift today, Victoria would have refused outright. But this emerald set—she couldn’t resist.

Roses from McNeil would have raised eyebrows; emeralds sent imaginations into overdrive. Anyone with even a hint of perception could see these weren’t just any jewels.

Soon, all eyes shifted from Victoria to McNeil.

Everyone had always assumed Ms. Turner was Mr. Langford’s girlfriend. So what was this? Was Mr. Langford now interested in their very own VP Turner?

Whenever McNeil had shown up with Violet in the past, the atmosphere turned stifling.

Especially Violet, who’d wielded McNeil’s influence like a weapon, lording it over everyone in the company. Most people secretly wished the two would break up.

But if Mr. Langford was now pursuing VP Turner, that was a different story.

With Mr. Langford’s wealth, if VP Turner became his girlfriend, could that mean more perks for the company?

Several people were already making silent calculations, willing to overlook their consciences.

Sure, it seemed a bit unseemly for VP Turner to be involved with the former executive’s boyfriend. But honestly, most people were rooting for her.

Curtis stepped forward, returning both the flowers and the emerald set to McNeil.

Victoria’s gaze lingered on the emeralds.

When Curtis handed them back, a pang shot through her chest.

“Mr. Langford, we’re happy to work together. But let’s skip the flirting, shall we? Ms. Turner is a treasure to this company—simply irreplaceable.”

He eyed the emeralds. “If you insist on giving them, we’ll take them—but only if you let us pay. How much do you want?”

Curtis was certain Victoria would never trade her dignity for a gift. He looked at her, resolute.

“Well, Ms. Turner? What do you say?”

Victoria kept her eyes on the emeralds, torn and reluctant. She couldn’t just reach out and claim them in front of everyone.

Suddenly, Ailie strode over and snatched the emeralds from Curtis’s hands.

“Mr. Garcia, you’re being too uptight! Mr. Langford’s just being generous—how could you turn him down? It’s not like we’re paying for them. Might as well accept the gift.”

She winked at Victoria. “Besides, with Ms. Turner’s talent, once her new game hits the market and becomes a blockbuster, these emeralds will be nothing in comparison. Think bigger!”