The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 350 When the emerald jewelry set was unveiled, the entire room fell silent in astonishment-even Victoria couldn't hide her surprise.

She knew her mother had always cherished collecting emeralds and understood their worth, but this set was different.

This particular set had been a family heirloom, passed down from her grandmother to her mother. After her mother's death, when Victoria went through her belongings, the emeralds had vanished.

For years, Victoria had searched for them in secret, always coming up empty-handed. The loss had fueled her resentment toward Simms, whom she suspected of having a hand in their disappearance.

Yet she never imagined McNeil would present them to her now, and in such a tic fashion.

Any other gift today, Victoria would have refused outright. But this emerald set- she couldn't resist.

Roses from McNeil would have raised eyebrows; emeralds sent imaginations into overdrive. Anyone with even a hint of perception could see these weren't just any jewels.

Soon, all eyes shifted from Victoria to McNeil.

Everyone had always assumed Ms. Turner was Mr. Langford's girlfriend. So what was this? Was Mr. Langford now interested in their very own VP Turner? Whenever McNeil had shown up with Violet in the past, the atmosphere turned stifling.

Especially Violet, who'd wielded McNeil's influence like a weapon, lording it over everyone in the company. Most people secretly wished the two would break up.

But if Mr. Langford was now pursuing VP Turner, that was a different story.

With Mr. Langford's wealth, if VP Turner bechis girlfriend, could that mean more perks for the company? Several people were already making silent calculations, willing to overlook their consciences.

Sure, it seemed a bit unseemly for VP Turner to be involved with the former executive's boyfriend. But honestly, most people were rooting for her.

Curtis stepped forward, returning both the flowers and the emerald set to McNeil.

Victoria's gaze lingered on the emeralds.

When Curtis handed them back, a pang shot through her chest.

"Mr. Langford, we're happy to work together. But let's skip the flirting, shall we? Ms. Turner is a treasure to this company-simply irreplaceable." He eyed the emeralds. "If you insist on giving them, we'll take them-but only if you let us pay. How much do you want?" Curtis was certain Victoria would never trade her dignity for a gift. He looked at her, resolute.

"Well, Ms. Turner? What do you say?" Victoria kept her eyes on the emeralds, torn and reluctant. She couldn't just reach out and claim them in front of everyone.

Suddenly, Ailie strode over and snatched the emeralds from Curtis's hands.

"Mr. Garcia, you're being too uptight! Mr. Langford's just being generous-how could you turn him down? It's not like we're paying for them. Might as well accept the gift." She winked at Victoria. "Besides, with Ms. Turner's talent, once her new ghits the market and becomes a blockbuster, these emeralds will be nothing in comparison. Think bigger!" Ailie clutched the box. "I'll accept the emeralds on Ms. Turner's behalf. Mr. Langford is a businessman-he knows what he's doing. And he promised Ms. Turner a share of the game's profits. He'd better not go back on his word!" She grinned at McNeil. "A gift is a gift-it's a sign of goodwill. Refusing it would be an insult, don't you think, Mr. Langford?" Ailie's explanation seemed surprisingly reasonable.

The execs and employees exchanged knowing glances-Mr. Langford was shrewd, no doubt about it. Was he using the emeralds to buy his way out of the profit-sharing agreement? Someone in the crowd shouted, "Take them, Ms. Turner!" "Yeah, Ms. Turner, Mr. Langford's being so thoughtful. You should accept!" McNeil glanced at Ailie, his wife's longtfriend. Well played.

Curtis, relying on a man's intuition, was convinced McNeil's motives weren't as calculated as Ailie suggested.

The Langford Group had deep pockets. McNeil wouldn't break a deal over something so trivial.

Rumor had it, when he acquired V&S Group, he'd dropped a billion dollars without batting an eye.

Even if Victoria's gwas a smash hit, it would be pocket change for McNeil.

He must genuinely care for Victoria. Why else would he offer such a generous profit share and now, roses and priceless jewels? After the glaunched, their contract would govern everything. There was no way he could renege or alter the terms.

Curtis shot Ailie a sidelong glance.

He still couldn't figure her out.

What did she have against McNeil, anyway? McNeil's smile was tinged with irony.

"Ms. Turner, your team is sharp and quick-witted. I hope my gift isn't in vain."

With that, he turned and exited the room, leaving Victoria's world a little brighter his presence nothing more than a brief, dazzling interlude. The moment McNeil disappeared, Curtis felt a strange wave of relief.

He hadn't been gone long when Victoria's phone rang. McNeil's nflashed across the screen.

Curtis glanced at her phone, but the glare kept him from seeing anything clearly. Victoria stepped aside to answer.

"Don't forget to pick up Gwyneth. And by the way, I searched a long tfor those emeralds. Now they're finally back where they belong." Suddenly, Victoria understood why he'd given her the emeralds. If he was willing to spend a billion to acquire V&S Group for Violet, what was a set of family jewels to him? Ailie was right-no point in refusing something freely given.

She owed him nothing-not even a thank you.