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 made sense

"Oh my god..."

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

patiently as she signed for each

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

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

the restaurant's security to restore order, worried that someone might get hurt in the chaos. Then he pulled

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

an agreement about her marriage situation.

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

nodded lightly. "All

go, but suddenly heard Gwyneth's

Kicking off her heels, she rushed downstairs, weaving through the crowd to reach Gwyneth, and scooped her up into her arms just before the crush of people could close

behind, shielding both mother and daughter

keep the fans at bay, his bodyguards forming a barrier as he guided Violet toward

"Mommy..."

she spotted Victoria, her eyes lit up. She wrapped

her dad carrying Violet

knocked over, finding herself surrounded by

was so scared...

gently stroking the back of her head, her