The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 47

Curtis’s thoughts were still on Victoria, so his agreement was a little distracted. “Sure,” he replied absently.

It took him a couple of seconds to process what he’d just agreed to. “Wait—what?”

“Are you really okay with Violet going out to work?” Isaac teased the two of them, but it was Gwyneth who actually spoke up.

“Ms. Marchand needs to get a job? But your dad’s loaded! Why not let her take care of you instead? If she’s working, I won’t even be able to come see you when I want to.”

Gwyneth pouted, clearly unhappy at the prospect.

“Your mom has your dad to support her, but Violet wants to stand on her own two feet,” Violet said with a playful smile, tapping Gwyneth’s nose affectionately. It was her way of gently distancing herself from Victoria.

From what Violet had heard, Victoria had never worked a day in her life—she’d just played the role of lady of the house in the Langford family. Besides her college degree and good looks, Violet guessed she didn’t have much else going for her, though McNeil rarely mentioned Victoria in her presence.

“So my mom’s kind of useless, huh?” Gwyneth wrinkled her nose and snuggled up closer to Violet.

Curtis shot Violet a thoughtful look. With her master’s degree in finance from Northriver University, Violet would be one of the most qualified people in the company if she joined.

“Sounds good to me,” he said.

The conversation soon drifted to other topics, and Violet kept Gwyneth entertained.

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By the time Victoria arrived at K Bar, night had already fallen.

Ailie was waiting for her with some snacks on the table. When she spotted Victoria walking in, she waved her over eagerly.

“Girl, did Mr. Garcia do something to upset you?” Ailie cut straight to the point. Normally, Victoria kept her personal life private, but Ailie was an old friend. Since Victoria had married McNeil, her social circle had all but vanished; Ailie was practically her only friend left.

Even if her secret marriage didn’t make headlines, once the divorce was finalized, Victoria knew she’d still be responsible for Gwyneth, and sooner or later people would find out she was McNeil’s ex-wife.

“Curtis is a friend of my husband’s,” Victoria admitted quietly. “I just don’t want to get involved with him.”

Ailie blinked, clearly surprised. “You’re married? When did that happen? I never heard a word! Weren’t you studying abroad?”