The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 81

At the very last moment, she managed to send out a message on her phone.

"Help me."

Victoria had no idea how long she'd been unconscious when, all of a sudden, blinding lights flared above her.

Somewhere nearby, someone laughed a greasy, revolting sound-then a phone was shoved in her face as someone started filming.

"Damn, she really is a knockout. Great body, too. Too bad she nearly ended up dead."

The voice sounded familiar, but her eyelids felt glued shut.

Her body ached as if it had been shattered and barely put back together. Even the faintest movement sent fresh waves of agony crashing through her.

"I don't care how many bones are broken-fix her up. I want her alive," the voice said, cold and cruel.

She finally recognized it. Teague.

Victoria tried to speak, but blackness swallowed her again, and the world faded away.

Quantum Core Technologies

Victoria hadn't shown up at work for days, with no call or message-nothing.

office upside down looking for answers. Curtis had tried reaching out several times too, but

Curtis muttered, his tone hollow. Secretly, he wondered if Victoria had picked

rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe Mr. Garcia had turned into such a hopeless romantic, and she didn't

to stay at the house on Winding Peak Lane. He himself hadn't been back home in some time,

call to check in—but never asked for

the same:

mind. As long as Victoria wasn't causing trouble, that

told himself that once things with Violet were settled, he'd go back to her. She was

McNeil had

by one of the private rooms at the club, raucous laughter and lewd jokes spilled out through the door. Inside, a massive TV screen

picked up. Not bad, right? Gorgeous face, killer

like that?" someone else jeered, as

lingered on her features, then slowly panned down her body, pausing far too long on intimate details. The

half-shut door was kicked open, slamming against the wall. Before anyone could react, McNeil had Teague by the collar and slammed him into

had time to gasp before

back; every punch landed with the force of a sledgehammer. His rage was terrifying, and the other men froze in shock, too scared

time they snapped out of it, McNeil

room.

Teague sputtered, blood streaming down his

the woman from

tried to put on a brave

hard, dropping Teague to