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The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 236
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Chapter 236 Victoria's head was pounding.

Osborn was here purely to stir up trouble.

Ailie leaned in close and whispered, "Honestly, your Mr. Clark had a point. That guy, sending you off to the office alone-doesn't exactly scream trustworthy, does it? I'd be careful if I were you." Victoria didn't respond. She wasn't overthinking it.

Whatever McNeil's intentions, if she could really get a three-percent cut from each of the three companies investing in the game's launch, no trap would be deep enough to scare her off.

After all, nothing could be worse than the six years she'd wasted married to McNeil-years she'd never get back. She wasn't afraid of whatever tricks he might have up his sleeve.

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"No need, I'll go by myself. Besides, he's a friend of Mr. Garcia's-I trust he won't try anything. Who turns down money handed to them on a silver platter?" Normally, Curtis had faith in McNeil's character, but this time, something just didn't sit right. He couldn't say exactly why, but the idea of Victoria going alone made him uneasy.

"This is a company matter, Mr. Clark. Best if you don't get involved. Victoria, if you're not comfortable, I can go with you or handle it myself." It was the first tCurtis ever found himself wary of McNeil. There was something tangled and inexplicable between Victoria and McNeil, and it unsettled him.

"So this Mr. Langford you mentioned-who is he, anyway? What does he do?" Osborn sipped his tea at a leisurely pace, as if to say-who could possibly have more money than he did? "President Langford McNeil," Victoria clarified.

Osborn's eyes narrowed instantly. The Langford Group? He didn't know Victoria's husband's full name, but he'd heard she'd married sbusiness titan in Starfall City- someone with real power at The Langford Group.

"How many Langford Groups do you think there are?" Could it really be that Langford Group? Curtis shot Osborn a confused look, not quite following.

"There's only one Langford Group in Starfall City." Abruptly, Osborn stood and yanked Victoria up by the arm. "Con, forget this. We're not getting involved." Victoria shook him off. "Osborn, can you please just sit down and eat like a normal person?" Osborn's jealousy flared. "Are you coming or not? Because if you're not, I'm leaving." He was fuming; he still remembered the last tVictoria had been so upset by that man that she'd run off to Evermore. Even though he'd gone and brought her back, Osborn had never really let go of the resentment.

If that man couldn't take care of Victoria, why wouldn't he just let her go? Let someone else try.

Osborn was frustrated that Victoria didn't seem to appreciate his concern.

The Clark family had a perfectly respectable reputation back in Evermore-why couldn't she see him? Seeing Osborn's little tantrum, Victoria could only sigh. She stood and apologized to Curtis, "Sorry, Mr. Garcia. My friend gets like this sometimes. Please don't mind him. I have to run, but letget the check." She paid at the front desk, while Curtis sat at the table, still a bit dazed.

Ailie looked at him with sympathy, hesitating before gently calling, "Mr.

Garcia? Curtis Snapped out of it.

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"Let's go." Victoria managed to calm Osborn down after much coaxing.

After another round of bickering, Victoria called Lyndon to cpick him up and take him back to the hotel.

The next day, instead of heading to Quantum Core Technologies, Victoria made her way to Vertex Dynamics. Just as she was about to check in at reception, she ran into Maynard.

"Ma'am, what brings you here?" Maynard looked surprised. Victoria had been coming by a lot lately, and he'd grown extra cautious.

"I need to speak with Mr. Langford about something," she said, her tone polite and all business.

Maynard nodded, fully aware that this formal, distant way of interacting was par for the course between the Langfords these days.

They were husband and wife, yet somehow, they treated each other like strangers maybe even less E familiar than that.