The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 103

"As far as I know, the manager of Quantum Core Technologies' Investment Department is someone named Ailie. And as luck would have it, she's a friend of our boss, Ms. Victoria Langford. This Ms. Marchand? At best, she's an assistant manager," Yasmine interjected quickly, hoping to spare Victoria from dirtying her tongue with insults.

A moment ago, Yulia had praised Violet as if she were some rare creature who only existed in the exclusive world of Golden Era Enterprises, never to be seen among ordinary mortals. At that, Violet's expression flickered ever so slightly.

But Violet didn't argue with Yasmine. She knew Victoria better than anyone- when it came to important occasions, Victoria always saw the bigger picture. There was no way she'd let McNeil lose face in public. And right now, Violet's role was to be McNeil's girlfriend.

As for Victoria, without McNeil's explicit permission, she would never dare reveal her true identity as Mrs. Langford.

"Violet's just recovered from a serious illness. Taking on a high-pressure executive role would be too much for her right now," McNeil said smoothly, stepping in. "Frankly, with her talent, even an assistant manager position is beneath her."

He'd actually spotted Victoria before even entering the room. Now that their divorce was finalized, they were no longer husband and wife. If she could move in with another man, he could just as well attend another woman's family gathering.

The only thing McNeil hadn't expected was that Simms-his former almost-father- in-law was actually Violet's uncle.

If he'd known about that connection, he wouldn't have come at all.

shielding Violet, McNeil was inadvertently raising her standing in everyone's eyes. While she might be well-known among racing enthusiasts, in Starfall City's business

the city's elite gathered for Simms's wife Janice's birthday, Violet's status rose dramatically simply by being on McNeil's arm. Suddenly, everyone

and whispered something in her ear.

expression perfectly composed. "Excuse me, I need

left, and nobody

shy away from stirring the pot-"Victoria, you studied art abroad, didn't you? Why don't you help Mrs. Simms take a look at the

food with a fork and scoffed, "As if she'd understand any of it. Even if her mother

despised the Turners. She never forgave Simms for spending years with their family and never once returning to visit her in their less affluent neighborhood. In Janice's eyes, Edith had seduced her son away like

vixen.

expecting to see an oil landscape. But when she unwrapped the artwork, she found a

face blanched. This wasn't the landscape painting McNeil had bought

exclaimed, unable to hide her excitement. "Violet, it looks like McNeil

had a fondness for rare and expensive art. But as Victoria