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.

listing her undergraduate degree

her

as she was about to start rewriting her résumé, McNeil's name flashed

passed on the update about

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

weighing her

Evermore City. When Madonna had called, Victoria suspected the old man was behind that too-he just wasn't the type to confront

being sent to your office this afternoon-the same agreement I showed you before.

voice dropping

now? Didn't we

out a dry laugh, hearing the

counts as reconciliation in your book, then sure. That's not what I meant. You really need to sort things out for Gwyn. She can't just skip school. She's still

had-ever since he'd married her,

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

he brushed it off. "There's just

for one. "We need to have a