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.

stuck to listing her undergraduate degree from home

refreshed her inbox.

start rewriting her résumé, McNeil's name flashed

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

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

listened, weighing

leaving for Evermore City. When Madonna had called, Victoria suspected the old man was behind that too-he

I showed you before.

voice dropping without him

Didn't we already

hearing the irony in her own

meant. You really need to sort things out for Gwyn. She can't just

married her,

her stay with you. On my end..." He hesitated, unsure

off. "There's just a lot going

for one. "We need to have a real conversation about Gwyn," she said