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The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 235
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Chapter 235 If Victoria made even the slightest move, they'd pick up on it in an instant.

She had no desire to invite trouble.

Her expression was cool, giving nothing away-calm, collected, as if none of this mattered.

But beneath the table, where Curtis couldn't see, her palm had already broken out in a thin layer of sweat.

"Mr. Garcia, if you send Victoria to the tech department, does that mean I won't see her anymore?" Ailie was clearly unhappy. She had finally found someone she could actually talk to, and now Victoria, who'd only been in the Investment Department a few days, was about to be transferred elsewhere.

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She wasn't ready to let go.

"You could always go to the tech department too, if you want." Curtis was only teasing, but Ailie shot him a glare.

"Right, and next you'll be asking a fox to do a tiger's job. I wouldn't understand a single line of code over there- don't torture me." Programming was not her thing, and Curtis's joke had gone way too far.

Osborn had been quietly listening to their banter, patiently waiting for over twenty minutes. When it seemed like they'd finally reached ssort of agreement, he cut in coldly.

"Are you all finished? Good, because I'd like a turn now." Curtis glanced at Osborn and didn't like what he saw: the man kept his gaze fixed on Victoria, sitting closer to her than Curtis would have liked.

"So, Mr. Clark, how long have you known our Ms. Turner?" He was trying to size up the competition. From the looks of it, Victoria probably had a backup plan if she ever got divorced. Considering her talent and looks, Curtis wouldn't be surprised if there were other suitors hiding in the wings.

"I call her Vicky. How long do you think it's been?" Osborn didn't bother with pleasantries, especially not with any man who could sit down to a meal with Victoria. He didn't care if Curtis was Victoria's boss-in fact, technically, as the primary shareholder, he was her boss too. Osborn turned to Victoria with a kind of sincerity that made the air shift. "Vicky, I really like that scarf you knitted for me. When are you going to makea sweater? Lyndon and the others are dying of envy." His voice, low and a little playful, carried a teasing affection. Under the table, Curtis's fists clenched and then relaxed, his eyes drifting to the scarf wrapped around Osborn's neck.

So, the scarf was Victoria's handiwork. But Curtis was skeptical-she was always so busy at work, when would she have had tto knit anything for this guy? Maybe she'd made it during her recent toff. The thought only made Curtis feel worse.

He'd given her taway to relax, and she'd spent it doting on another man.

Victoria's lips twitched. "I managed to squeeze in the scarf, but I probably won't have tfor a sweater." Osborn's mother, Kimberly, was always digging holes, and Victoria constantly had to fill them in.

It was exhausting. If she'd known, she would have just told him it was store- bought would've saved her this hassle.

Curtis heard Victoria's admission and felt even more uneasy.

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He could barely force down another bite.

Ailie, noticing her boss's mood sour, quickly tried to smooth things over. "Mr. Garcia, if Vicky's really going to sign that contract tomorrow, how about I go with her?"

The food at Vertex Dynamics was delicious-better than anything at a five-star restaurant andshe wouldn't mind another excuse to eat there. As long as she didn't have to see Violet Marchand again. But everyone would be at work tomorrow. Violet would definitely be at Quantum Core Technologies.

"You'll stay at the office. Mr. Langford was clear: Victoria goes alone. If it's really necessary, go with her myself." וויד Curtis wasn't budging.

But why had McNeil insisted Victoria go alone in the first place?

Osborn, frustrated at being ignored again, scoffed. "What kind of contract needs to be signed alone? Is shen selling her soul or something? None of you need to go -I'll go with Vicky. What kind of lousy boss insists on meeting a female employee one-on-one? Sounds fishy to me. I'm going."