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."

of high society's

had always had ties with the Millers, so it was only natural for Hamlin Nelson and his

knew that Marian was Edith's daughter, and that Marian had once stolen her fiancé—so it was no surprise that not a

why had Kaley suddenly appeared, and gone straight for

coincidences stop

was probably the only one with

from what McNeil knew of Victoria, she just wasn't that

kind, always

way to avoid

a second, but quickly dismissed

honestly couldn't be bothered to dwell

papers were filed. Whatever had existed between him and Victoria, aside from their daughter Gwyneth,

Victoria's days grew busier.

she'd written for Gwyneth's app, get it ready for launch, and

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

asked, surprise flickering in her eyes. McNeil had probably

"Is Mrs. Turner home?"

staff there said she was gone. The only other place he could think of was the Turner

a moment.

closed the

Victoria "Miss," and