The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 32

Violet's cheeks flushed a faint pink, making her look a little shy.

"Can I help you?" she asked quietly.

With that, she'd basically admitted who she was. The group of young men in front of her nearly lost their minds with excitement. One of them immediately tore off his sports jacket and, grabbing a pen from a nearby waiter, thrust it toward Violet. "You really are Violet Marchand! I can't believe my luck, running into you here. Could I could I get your autograph?"

Having Violet's signature on his jacket was something he'd be able to brag about

for years.

Violet glanced over at McNeil, her eyes silently asking for his opinion.

He gave her a subtle nod.

So Violet quickly scrawled a string of English letters "Vivian"-across the boy's jacket.

The moment she finished, the boy just stared at the name, dumbfounded.

"You're... Vivian?" he stammered.

Vivian—the brilliant mechanical engineer with a mysterious identity, known only by her code name, never seen in public-was actually Violet.

Vivian is Violet!!!

wonder. It all made sense

"Oh my god..."

she was Vivian, they surged forward, nearly jostling each

composure, smiling patiently as

that's enough for now. This is private time," she said kindly

growing thicker by the minute, and Gwyneth had been pushed right out of her seat.

might get hurt in the chaos. Then he pulled out his phone

the commotion below with a cool, detached gaze. The boys chanting "Vivian!" as if they were running on pure adrenaline made her lips curve in a faint, wry

hour talking with Johnny, and they'd reached an agreement about her marriage situation. Glancing at her watch, Victoria

down at the swelling crowd below and blocked her path gently. "Let's take the

lightly. "All

go, but suddenly heard Gwyneth's voice, tinged with

she rushed downstairs, weaving through the crowd to reach Gwyneth, and scooped her up into her arms just before the

behind, shielding both mother

bay, his bodyguards forming a

"Mommy..."

with tears, but when she spotted Victoria, her eyes

carrying Violet away, and she'd shouted for them, but they hadn't even

been knocked over, finding herself surrounded by nothing but legs.

so

her head, her own