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!!!

wonder. It all made

"Oh my god..."

soon as the group realized she was Vivian, they surged forward, nearly jostling each other in

patiently as she signed for each

is private time,"

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

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

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

spent half an hour talking with Johnny, and they'd reached an agreement about

path gently. "Let's take the staff exit," he suggested. "No

nodded lightly. "All

to go, but suddenly heard Gwyneth's voice, tinged with tears:

off her heels, she rushed downstairs, weaving through the crowd to reach Gwyneth, and

both

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

"Mommy..."

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

dad carrying Violet

finding herself surrounded by nothing but legs. She'd been

was so scared... sob..."

the back of her head,