The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 366

Victoria requested a week off from Curtis, and he agreed without hesitation.

She also told McNeil that she hadn’t been feeling well lately and wouldn’t be able to pick up Gwyneth. McNeil knew she’d been worn out from the recent trip to Evermore City and could see she was genuinely exhausted, so he dropped the pretense of using Gwyneth to keep Victoria cooped up at home.

Her days quickly settled into a quiet routine: eating, sleeping, and sifting through the files Yasmine sent her. Victoria carefully organized all the useful information, locked it away in her private folder, and guarded it like a secret.

That evening, the IT department was having a team dinner. George called to ask if she was free to join them for dinner. Word of Victoria’s return from Evermore City had already spread through the office, and everyone knew she was on leave; nobody even bothered to gossip about it. After all, everyone understood that VP Turner’s trip to Evermore City was for the company’s next big government drone project—a major deal. And it was common knowledge that McNeil himself had insisted she come along. The entire staff agreed that VP Turner worked herself to the bone, constantly juggling the demands of their most important client.

If rumors ever surfaced about Mr. Langford and VP Turner, no one would whisper behind Victoria’s back. On the contrary, they’d probably see her as someone making sacrifices for the whole company.

McNeil happened to be busy that night too, saying he wouldn’t be home for dinner. Victoria seized the chance to slip out early, not wanting to run into McNeil and risk being cornered for another long talk.

George took everyone out for sushi. The group gathered around the chef’s counter, sipping drinks and chatting animatedly. Victoria politely declined the toasts raised in her honor. Given her current position, no one pressed her, letting her stick to water and soda while everyone else enjoyed themselves.

The lively atmosphere outside contrasted with the tranquility of the private dining rooms, where soft music drifted through the restaurant. On her way back from the restroom, Victoria caught a glimpse of a familiar figure ahead—someone she was certain she couldn’t possibly be seeing. He shouldn’t be here, she thought. Wasn’t he supposed to be thousands of miles away, across the Atlantic?