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.

her as if she were a stranger, then

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

titles, as far as Simms was concerned, Yulia had long since

"Mrs. Miller" and "Ms. Morris" were not quite the same, no

any emotion, Victoria followed them inside, maintaining the polite distance of strangers between herself and

about to be served-please have a seat,"

was already seated at the head of the

being Simms's daughter, Victoria was relegated to a seat farther down, facing

birthday last time, so there's no need for introductions,"

pulled out a chair for

he look Victoria's way; his attention seemed wholly fixed on Violet. Both Simms and Yulia exchanged satisfied glances-they'd clearly noticed how attentive McNeil was to

calm sip, her composure unshakable. Simms kept up a steady stream

of place, quietly focused on her

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

an assistant," Violet chimed in, her tone pointed. "The company's latest game? She helped program it—she was

implication was clear-Violet was

family dinner was nothing but

what did it

neither confirmed nor

McNeil seemed to linger on her a moment longer. Victoria noticed,

being too modest," Victoria said lightly. "She's the developer behind the game. The credit doesn't