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 from

her

as she was about to start rewriting her résumé,

passed on the update about Gwyneth, so she answered

the family house tonight,"

listened, weighing her

back because of the scene she'd made before leaving for Evermore City. When Madonna had called,

same agreement I showed you before. If you have time, sign it. I'll go with you to the family house

his voice dropping

about now? Didn't

laugh, hearing the

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

married her,

not dropping out. Now that you're back, let her stay with you. On my end..." He hesitated, unsure if he

he brushed it off. "There's

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