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.

degree from home and hoped for

refreshed her

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

the update about Gwyneth, so she

house tonight," McNeil told her.

listened, weighing

the scene she'd made before leaving for Evermore City. When Madonna

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

his voice dropping without him

Didn't we already

a dry laugh, hearing the irony in

together 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

never had-ever since he'd married her,

taking some time off, not dropping out. Now that you're back, let her stay with you. On my end..."

off. "There's just a

with Violet, for one.