The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 365

Ailie lounged alone in the spacious villa, more than three thousand square feet all to herself. She sipped a glass of juice, enjoying a massage from a skilled therapist.

She still remembered how dazed she’d been the day her plane landed in Marisbright. For a moment, she genuinely thought she’d boarded the wrong flight. But after double-checking her ticket and the flight number, there was no mistake—she was supposed to be here.

As soon as she exited the airport, a private car was already waiting. The driver was tall, strikingly handsome, and his smile was warmer than sunshine itself. He welcomed her to Marisbright, informed her that she’d be staying at the city’s finest hotel, and explained that everything—absolutely everything—would be complimentary.

Ailie had been completely stunned, half convinced she’d stumbled into some elaborate scam. That is, until the driver produced a letter of introduction from none other than Mr. Langford of the McNeil Group. It was his personal directive: she was to have the most enjoyable vacation possible. Only then did she realize McNeil had orchestrated this whole “accidental” trip to get her out of the way.

After contacting Victoria, she was reassured her friend was fine. Victoria had already gotten in touch with Mr. Stein and was busy negotiating a business deal. With her worries eased, Ailie threw herself into the pleasures of Marisbright—eating, drinking, and living it up as if she hadn’t a care in the world.

At first, she’d been anxious about Victoria. But as the days passed, Ailie found herself swept up in the fun. If Victoria hadn’t called to check in, she might have forgotten altogether what she’d come here to do.

“Everything’s fine,” Victoria told her over the phone. “But Mr. Garcia did notice you didn’t come back with me. I told him you wanted to extend your stay and keep exploring.”

Ailie tensed at the mention of Curtis. Of everyone, he was the one she feared most. She was supposed to keep an eye on McNeil and make sure he didn’t cause trouble for Victoria. If Curtis found out she’d let Victoria slip away, she’d probably be the first one fired next month.

“So, what did he say? Does he suspect anything?”

Ailie wanted to blame McNeil for the situation, but after nearly a week in Marisbright, she was beginning to feel so at home she hardly missed her old life.

Every day, the hotel arranged for attractive men to bring her meals—never the same food or the same man twice. Each attendant was more muscular than the last. If Ailie hadn’t still been so innocent, she might have thrown caution to the wind and jumped one of them by now.

Victoria sighed on the other end. “If he really suspected you, he wouldn’t have been so friendly. In fact, he told me to tell you to enjoy yourself, and that the company would cover some of your extra expenses.”

Ailie felt both relieved and a little guilty.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got detailed records of all your expenses. Just hand them over to Mr. Garcia when you get back. Tell him Mr. Langford’s already reimbursed you—no need for the company to pay twice.”

Ailie nodded vigorously, even though Victoria couldn’t see her. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

She had no desire to squeeze a few extra bucks out of the company anyway. Given how perfect McNeil’s arrangements had been, she was ready to forgive him for everything.

“So, what’s the plan with you and McNeil? Are you two getting back together?”

Victoria sounded weary. “You just focus on having fun. We’ll talk when you’re home.”