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!!!

all

"Oh my god..."

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

patiently as she

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

had been pushed right out of her seat.

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

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

Johnny, and they'd reached an agreement about her marriage situation. Glancing at her watch,

peered down at the swelling crowd below and blocked her path gently. "Let's take the staff exit," he suggested. "No idea what's

nodded lightly. "All

go, but suddenly heard Gwyneth's

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

shielding both mother and daughter

doing everything he could to keep the fans at bay,

"Mommy..."

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

just now. She'd seen her dad carrying Violet away, and she'd shouted for them, but they

over, finding herself surrounded by nothing

I was so scared...

Gwyneth close, gently stroking the back of her head, her own heart