The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 60

"Gwyn will be fine with Violet. Maybe the teacher's just being biased. Let's leave it for now-I'm busy."

He hung up before Victoria could say another word, leaving her wondering just what he was so busy with.

The Langford Group had been running smoothly for six years now, thanks to their joint efforts. McNeil had secured absolute control over the company, and most things no longer needed his direct involvement.

But ever since she'd uncovered the truth about Violet, he'd only grown more excessive-less patient with her. Now, even when she tried to discuss serious matters, McNeil's irritation bled through.

A message from Ailie popped up on her phone:

"I can't take it anymore. Violet just mangled the proposal we discussed-turned it into a complete mess-and your precious Mr. Garcia encouraged everyone to give her a round of applause. What a pair-he's hopeless, she's shameless. Seriously, a match made in hell."

Attached was a photo from the event: McNeil gazing at Violet with an adoring look, while Violet beamed back at him. Curtis and the other executives were all clapping along the sidelines.

Victoria understood instantly.

So McNeil was busy playing up Violet's reputation-no wonder he hadn't answered her calls, and when he did, he was downright unpleasant.

he couldn't bear to see criticized. Rather than face their daughter's issues, he'd rather believe Victoria was lying, just

grip tightened around her phone, then loosened

probably still

up Gwyneth soon; after all, he hadn't messaged Victoria to handle it

belonged to both of them. Still, if McNeil didn't want her involved, Victoria wasn't about

and he decided to make

the Simms' place. She'd promised Curtis she'd attend the welcome party that evening, so she needed

was waiting at home. When Victoria slipped into the evening gown, Yasmine-herself

figure perfectly. Her dark, wavy hair was swept up into a chignon, secured by a circle of pearl pins. Her fair

her a lipstick. Once her makeup was finished,

of herself in

distant memory. The reflection was all womanly grace

She'd never looked this way

Ms. Turner-you look absolutely stunning,"

city lights. A car horn sounded at

Haley walked in.