The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 36

McNeil didn't dare delay the old man's business. Grabbing his jacket, he shrugged it on as he hurried out the door.

"Get some rest," he said over his shoulder.

Violet bit down so hard her teeth hurt, nearly chewing her lip raw from the inside.

That morning, Victoria had dropped Gwyneth off at school, then settled in the study with her laptop, sorting through emails once again.

Of the fifty job applications she'd sent out, barely a handful had received any reply.

She'd studied fluid mechanics overseas, then spent several years as a mechanical engineer after returning home. There were plenty of times she'd led her team in the pit, repairing race cars so mangled they looked beyond saving.

Back then, Victoria hadn't even turned twenty, but her reputation outside the circuit was already bordering on legendary.

She'd also taken extra courses in finance and business administration at university, and before she'd even graduated, her investment account was already stacked with stocks worth millions.

But if she included all that on her résumé now, most people would probably think she was making it up.

undergraduate degree from home and

refreshed her

to start rewriting her résumé, McNeil's

Violet must have passed on the update about Gwyneth, so she answered right

at the family house tonight," McNeil told her. "You and

listened, weighing her

man probably wanted her back because of the scene she'd made before leaving for Evermore City. When Madonna had called, Victoria suspected the old man was behind that too-he just wasn't the type

sent to your office this afternoon-the same agreement I showed you before. If you have time, sign it. I'll go with you to

paused, his voice dropping without him

this about now? Didn't

out a dry laugh, hearing the

what I meant. You really need to sort things out for Gwyn. She can't just skip school. She's still a child-what, you want her

or maybe he never had-ever since he'd married her, he'd never considered

her stay with you. On my end..." He hesitated, unsure if he should say

"There's just a lot

for one. "We need to