The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 145

The next day, Victoria spent the entire day buried in work at Quantum Core Technologies, hardly giving a thought to her daughter.

She'd meant to call Gwyneth once the sun came up, but once she got back to the office, the idea completely slipped her mind.

By the time she remembered after clocking out and heading home-she was already back at the Turner estate.

As she stepped out of her car, she immediately noticed McNeil's sleek sedan parked in the driveway.

It was a rare thing for surprise to flicker across Victoria's face. She checked the license plate twice, but it was definitely his.

She was still puzzling over it when the car door swung open and Violet stepped out.

"Should I be calling you 'cousin' now?" Violet teased, a sly smile on her lips. "After all, you're the daughter of my soon-to-be uncle."

Only then did Victoria recall what Simms had said the night before about important guests coming for dinner-he'd meant McNeil and Violet.

Realizing this, Victoria knew it was too late to make an escape.

Simms happened to emerge from the house just then, catching sight of the group.

"Victoria, you're back! Come help welcome our guests."

Victoria let out a silent, sardonic laugh, the corners of her mouth twitching into a wry smile. McNeil met her gaze across the drive, his eyes utterly impassive.

looked at her as if she were a stranger, then turned to enter the

directing the household staff as they set the table, radiating the air of

then-regardless of formal titles, as far as Simms was concerned, Yulia

quite the same, no matter how you spun

any emotion, Victoria followed them inside, maintaining the polite distance of

Langford, dinner's about to be served-please have a seat," Yulia called

seated at the head of the

was relegated to a seat farther down, facing Violet and

so there's no need for introductions," Simms announced

out a chair for

seemed wholly fixed on Violet. Both Simms and Yulia exchanged satisfied glances-they'd clearly noticed how attentive McNeil was to

pleasure, a touch of pride coloring his tone. Victoria lifted her water glass and took a calm sip, her composure unshakable. Simms kept up

out of place, quietly focused on her meal, not

now, as Mr. Garcia's assistant?" Simms asked, feigning casual interest as he smoothly shifted the conversation to her. For the first time, McNeil finally glanced in her direction. "Yes," Victoria replied evenly. "I just decided it was time to get back to work." She knew better than to think Simms was just being friendly he never asked unless he had an

in, her tone pointed. "The company's latest game? She helped

implication was clear-Violet was doing this on

was nothing but

what did

confirmed nor denied Violet's

moment longer. Victoria noticed, but couldn't have cared

modest," Victoria said lightly. "She's the developer behind the game. The credit