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The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 160
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Chapter 160 Violet rose to her feet, just as Victoria's head was still buried in McNeil's chest.

The commotion drew startled gasps from the crowd. No one was particularly concerned for Victoria's welfare; instead, all eyes turned to Violet.

Everyone knew Victoria had gotten her job thanks to Mr. Garcia's connections- and the rumor was, she'd cup with sexcuse to pocket a five-hundred- thousand-dollar "bonus" from him.

A married woman receiving that much money without any clear reason? Everyone assumed it was hush money for an affair.

But what really shocked them was that Victoria's ambitions seemed to go beyond Curtis Garcia-now, she'd apparently set her sights on McNeil Langford as well.

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Victoria clung to McNeil's shoulder, and from where everyone stood, it was obvious: McNeil hadn't so much as touched her. She was the one who wouldn't let go.

"Ms. Turner, that's really not appropriate," someone muttered.

Maisie watched from across the room, jealousy simmering inside her. There'd been an empty seat next to Mr. Langford just a moment before-why hadn't she worked up the nerve to take it? Now Victoria had swooped in and seized the opportunity.

Meanwhile, Victoria was caught in a rather miserable predicament. A stray lock from her bun had bectangled in the metal zipper of McNeil's jacket. The more she tried to free herself, the more it snagged, leaving a strand of hair dangling helplessly.

If McNeil had even a shred of chivalry, he could have at least made an effort to help her out. Instead, he sat rigidly, as though afraid that any contact with Victoria would ruin his spotless reputation, and let her struggle in his arms.

"McNeil, what's going on with Ms. Turner?" Violet, seated next to McNeil, could only see Victoria clinging to him and refused to let go. Her face darkened, but she forced herself to keep her composure in front of everyone else.

"I have no idea," McNeil replied coolly, giving only a passing glance to the woman tangled up in his lap. He made no move to help.

It wasn't until Ailie cover that she noticed Victoria's eyes were glistening- she looked on the verge of tears. "Ms. Marchand, could you give us a hand?" Ailie suggested. "Victoria's hair is caught in Mr. Langford's jacket zipper." Ailie could have helped herself, but something about McNeil made her nervous. She hesitated, unable to bring herself to act.

Curtis, standing nearby, grew anxious. "Letgive it a try," he offered.

Before Violet could bend over to investigate, McNeil finally reached up, tugged gently at the band securing Victoria's bun, and with a deft motion, her hair fell loose in a shimmering cascade. The trapped strand slipped free from the zipper. At last, Victoria was released. She lifted her head, cheeks flushed, eyes still glistening with unshed tears. The mixture of embarrassment and allure gave her a dangerous kind of beauty-vulnerable yet utterly captivating.

The male colleagues nearby were momentarily stunned. Ms. Turner really was breathtaking no wonder Mr. Garcia had been willing to drop half a million just to keep her around. What man wouldn't be tempted by a face like that? Violet watched as Victoria disentangled herself from McNeil, the tension in her chest slowly easing.

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"Mr. Garcia," she said pointedly, "perhaps you should switch seats with Ms. Turner Otherwise, who knows what she might get herself tangled up in next twith Mr. Langford?" The snide comment cfrom Nelly, another female executive, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Sof the others smirked. With Mr. Garcia present, even a little jab like that wasn't lost on him.

Everyone felt a little sorry for Mr.

Garcia and a little worried for Violet.

This gorgeous, seductiveshe kept playing both sides, Mr. Garcia could end up losing everything, and Ms. Marchand might find herself single again.

"Please," Ailie said loudly, her voice carrying across the room, "it's not like Mr. Langford is the only man comm earth. Just because Ms. Marchand has a crush on him doesn't mean every woman in the world wants to marry him. Who does he think he is, anyway?" The outburst caught everyone off guard, their eyes widening as they wondered if Ailie had lost her mind, daring to speak like that to one of the company's major investors.