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..."

soon as the group realized she was Vivian, they surged forward,

kept her composure, smiling patiently as she signed for

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

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

get hurt in the chaos. Then he pulled out his phone to summon his own security detail,

watched the commotion below with a cool, detached gaze. The boys chanting "Vivian!" as if they were running on pure adrenaline made

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 happening down there, but it

nodded lightly.

go, but suddenly heard Gwyneth's

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

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

"Mommy..."

when she spotted Victoria, her eyes lit up. She wrapped her arms tightly around Victoria's

Violet away, and

herself surrounded by nothing but legs. She'd been

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

Gwyneth close, gently stroking the back of her head,