The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 437

“Why on earth do I need to tell you about McNeil and me? Unless you’re glued to McNeil and Victoria twenty-four hours a day, how would you even know that sort of thing?”

Violet was so flustered that she started rambling, and the amused smile on Ailie’s face only deepened.

“That’s right. I know even the things you don’t, and you call yourself his wife? Funny—you don’t seem to know McNeil’s needs as well as I do, and I’m not even part of the family.”

Their exchange was so explosive that the senior executives in the room shifted uncomfortably in their seats, awkwardness written all over their faces.

No one knew whether they should stay or make a discreet exit, but this was, after all, an official meeting—the handover between the current CEO and the former one. No one dared to leave.

Violet’s face turned an ugly shade of green. For a moment, she was so furious that she forgot what she’d meant to say.

Yasmine, ever the peacemaker, leaned in and whispered, “Ms. Ailie, maybe we could get back to business?”

Ailie snapped back to the moment and looked at Violet’s multicolored expression with barely concealed satisfaction. It was almost a shame Victoria wasn’t here to see it.

“All right, Ms. Marchand. You’re Mrs. Langford now—why are you still clinging to a small company like V&S Group? Honestly, our little firm can’t accommodate someone as important as you.”

“Of course, we won’t shortchange you for your remaining time. The CEO salary is, what, about fifteen grand a month? That seems fair.”

Ailie’s words nearly made Violet pass out with rage, but she still managed to grit her teeth and counter.

“I always thought you and Victoria were practically sisters, but when it comes to money, you’re just as cheap as ever.”