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.

grim line. He was silent for

"It's not your fault."

up enough of high

of the Miller family was celebrating her birthday, and the Nelsons had always had ties with the Millers, so it

Edith's daughter, and that Marian had once stolen her fiancé—so it

had Kaley suddenly appeared, and gone straight for Marian? It was clearly

many coincidences stop

probably the only one with a grudge against

what McNeil knew of Victoria, she just

always putting others first-even with

way to avoid conflict.

second, but quickly dismissed the

he honestly couldn't be bothered

existed

Victoria's days grew busier.

the code she'd written for Gwyneth's app, get it ready for launch, and lead her team in the upcoming rally competition

was like to have him around-until, one day,

flickering in her eyes. McNeil had probably guessed that after Victoria left, she'd take

"Is Mrs. Turner home?"

the place where she'd been staying with another man, but the staff there said she

moment. I'll

didn't invite him in. She closed the door

had called Victoria "Miss," and his brows drew