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!!!

It all

"Oh my god..."

the group realized she was Vivian, they surged forward, nearly jostling each other in their eagerness to get her

kept her composure, smiling patiently as she signed

now. This is private time," she said kindly

and Gwyneth had been

hurt in the chaos. Then he pulled out his phone

boys chanting "Vivian!" as if they were

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

her path gently. "Let's take the staff exit," he suggested. "No idea what's happening down there,

nodded lightly. "All

heard Gwyneth's voice,

clenched. Kicking off her heels, she rushed downstairs, weaving through the crowd to reach Gwyneth,

behind, shielding both mother and daughter with his

bay, his bodyguards forming a barrier as he guided Violet toward

"Mommy..."

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

her dad carrying Violet away, and

been knocked over, finding herself surrounded

I was so scared...

gently stroking the back of her head, her own heart still