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..."

surged forward, nearly jostling each other in their

as she signed for each

for now. This is private time,"

been pushed right out of her seat. McNeil, finally fed

security to restore order, worried that someone might get hurt in the chaos. Then he pulled out his phone to summon his

chanting "Vivian!" as if they were running on pure adrenaline made her lips curve in a faint,

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

at the swelling crowd below and blocked her path gently. "Let's take the staff exit," he suggested. "No idea what's happening down there,

lightly.

suddenly heard Gwyneth's voice, tinged with

heart clenched. Kicking off her heels, she rushed downstairs, weaving through the crowd to reach Gwyneth, and scooped her up into her arms

close behind, shielding both

bay, his bodyguards forming a barrier

"Mommy..."

tears, but when she spotted Victoria, her eyes lit up. She wrapped

many people just now. She'd seen her dad carrying Violet away, and she'd shouted

finding herself surrounded by nothing but legs. She'd been

I was so scared... sob..."

stroking the back of her head, her own heart