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..."

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

patiently as she signed for

This is private

the minute, and Gwyneth had been pushed right out of her seat. McNeil, finally fed up,

restore order, worried that someone might get hurt in the chaos. Then he pulled out

gaze. The boys chanting "Vivian!" as if they were running on pure adrenaline made

and they'd reached an agreement about her

"Let's take the staff exit," he suggested.

lightly.

go, but suddenly heard Gwyneth's

to reach Gwyneth, and scooped her up into her arms just before the crush of people could close

shielding both mother

bay, his

"Mommy..."

still streaked with tears, but when she spotted Victoria, her

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

finding herself surrounded by nothing but legs. She'd

so scared...

of her