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!!!

all

"Oh my god..."

surged forward, nearly jostling each other in their eagerness

her composure, smiling patiently as she signed for

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

by the minute, and Gwyneth had been pushed right out of

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

a cool, detached gaze. The boys chanting "Vivian!" as if

with Johnny, and they'd reached an agreement about her marriage

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

nodded lightly. "All

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

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

both mother and daughter with his

was doing everything he could to keep the fans at bay, his bodyguards forming a

"Mommy..."

were still streaked with tears, but when she spotted Victoria, her eyes lit up. She wrapped her arms tightly around

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

surrounded by nothing

so scared...

back of her head, her own heart still