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.

line. He was silent

"It's not your fault."

of high society's gossip over

had ties with the Millers, so it was only natural for Hamlin

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

suddenly appeared, and gone

many coincidences stop being

only one

what McNeil knew of Victoria, she

kind, always putting others

way to avoid conflict.

second, but

honestly couldn't be bothered to dwell

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

Victoria's days grew busier.

finish testing the code she'd written for Gwyneth's app, get it ready for launch, and lead her team

barely remembered what it was like to have him around-until, one

in her eyes. McNeil had probably guessed that after

"Is Mrs. Turner home?"

where she'd been staying with another man, but the staff there said she was gone. The only other place he could think

moment. I'll go get

invite him in. She closed the door and went to find

noticed that Haley had called Victoria "Miss," and