The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 64

In everyone's eyes, Violet held an unshakable position at both Quantum Core Technologies and The Langford Group.

For the moment, she was the center of attention. People scrambled to flatter her, eager to curry favor.

Victoria watched the crowd for a long time, ultimately abandoning the idea of forcing her way over to speak with McNeil.

As long as McNeil stood at Violet's side, the two of them drew every gaze in the room. Word soon spread about Violet's impressive credentials—a master's in finance from Northriver University. Behind closed doors, there was only envy and resignation: some people really were just born under a luckier star.

Her own abilities aside, Violet had the backing of two CEOs from publicly traded companies. It was obvious that her future would be nothing but bright.

Victoria turned away, melting quietly into an unobtrusive corner.

Meanwhile, McNeil slipped out of the crowd unnoticed, just as his phone buzzed. Xenia, the housekeeper, was calling to say that Gwyneth was at home, in tears and begging to go out.

He frowned instinctively. "Where's Victoria? Isn't she home?"

Xenia was never one to meddle in her employers' affairs, but she was always honest.

"Ma'am hasn't come home yet."

A wave of annoyance washed over McNeil. Victoria was becoming more and more unreasonable. At this hour, what was she still doing out?

realize she had a family? That

to leave the ballroom. She was tired, and since she hadn't seen

answered, McNeil's voice came through-sharp and

second floor, Victoria looked down at McNeil, phone

to

irritation was obvious. "Busy? You spend all day at home living in luxury, sheltered from the world. What could possibly

Victoria's lips. "McNeil,

and I might not make it

not to leave her side, yet

appeared. "Victoria, I've been looking

the phone. "I'm heading

up

stared

a man's voice in the background on Victoria's

and caught a glimpse of a striking figure in a blue dress on the second floor. Though

some distance away, somethias

her seemed awfully

us to pose for a photo

his gaze still following the fleeting silhouette in blue. Violet followed his line of sight,