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..."

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

her composure, smiling patiently as she signed for each of

private time," she said

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

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

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

and they'd reached an agreement about her marriage situation.

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 looks

nodded lightly. "All

heard Gwyneth's voice, tinged with tears: "Daddy! Ms.

heart clenched. 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

behind, shielding both mother and daughter

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

"Mommy..."

Victoria, her eyes lit up. She wrapped her arms tightly

her dad carrying Violet away, and she'd shouted for them, but they

over, finding herself surrounded by nothing but

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

gently stroking the back of her head, her own heart