The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 105

The scene was complete chaos, but Yasmine seemed to be enjoying herself. She picked up a glass of milky-white liquid and took a big sip.

Victoria shot her a look. "That's vodka. You're supposed to be driving later."

Just a moment ago, Victoria herself had taken a cautious sip from a small glass of wine.

Forget it, she thought. We'll just call a cab.

Emboldened by the alcohol and the commotion, Yasmine zeroed in on the cheap box containing the jade pendant, snatched it, and slipped it into her bag without anyone noticing.

Once they were both in the car, Yasmine handed the box straight to Victoria.

"Ms. Turner, keep this safe. Ugh, those people are shameless."

No sooner had she finished cursing than she collapsed onto the backseat, dead to the world.

Victoria could only shake her head in disbelief. She instructed the driver to take them back to the Turner estate.

Meanwhile, Janice's house was in utter disarray. Violet and McNeil hadn't even waited for the party to end-they'd left early.

Sitting in the car, Violet looked at McNeil, guilt written all over her face.

"I had no idea Ms. Turner was actually your biological daughter's stepmother. If I'd known, I wouldn't have brought you to meet my great-aunt tonight."

What really stung was that the antique vase and jade McNeil had just spent millions bidding on were now shattered, and Victoria had walked away with a valuable landscape painting as well.

was silent for

"It's not your fault."

of high society's gossip over

the Miller family was celebrating her birthday, and the Nelsons had always had ties with the Millers, so it was only natural for Hamlin Nelson and his

that Marian had once stolen her fiancé—so it was

gone

coincidences

present, Victoria was probably the only one with a grudge against

Victoria, she just wasn't that kind of

generous and kind, always putting others first-even with Violet,

her way to

for a second, but quickly dismissed the

Victoria, he honestly couldn't be bothered to

had existed between him and Victoria, aside from their daughter Gwyneth,

Victoria's days grew busier.

of work waiting for her. She needed to finish testing the code she'd written for Gwyneth's app, get

further and further from her life. She barely remembered what it was like to have him around-until, one day, he showed

door. "Sir?" she asked, surprise flickering in her eyes. McNeil had probably guessed that after Victoria left,

"Is Mrs. Turner home?"

staff there said she

a moment. I'll go get

in. She closed the door and went to find

called Victoria