The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 45

After finishing her call with Ailie, Victoria's phone started ringing again—this time, it was McNeil.

She had no idea what he wanted at this hour. Ignoring the incessant buzz, she sat at her desk, updating her résumé. Eventually, the ringtone fell silent, replaced moments later by a text notification. Once she finished editing, she picked up her phone and glanced at the screen.

"I'll pick Gwyn up from school this afternoon."

In other words, she didn't need to go.

Victoria remembered Curtis mentioning some celebration at the K Bar for McNeil's reconciliation with his new flame-who else could it be but Violet?

Even in her dreams, Gwyneth called out for Violet, so of course McNeil would bring his daughter along to the evening get-together with his friends.

That was fine by her. She already had plans with Ailie, and now, freed from school pick-up duty, she could do as she pleased.

A knock at the door interrupted her train of thought. Victoria closed her laptop as Yulia entered, carrying a delicate tea set and a small tray of pastries.

I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you some tea and snacks. I made everything myself-please, try

bone china cup of black tea. The sweet aroma was tempting, but Victoria

asked coolly, making

unruffled and composed. "Mr. Miller hired me, Ms. Turner. Unless he

trying to win over Mr. Miller, not me. I don't need you. If you're his assistant, go back to his office. Tomorrow, I

hadn't expected her to be

flighty

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with. romance and art, more showpiece than substance. But now, facing

just a few words, Yulia already felt pricked

is still your father.

grudges forever. I think

help ease

cut her off without a trace of politeness. As a secretary and a household employee, you're overstepping. My relationship with my father is none of your business. If you're here