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.

as if she were a stranger, then turned to

busy directing the household staff as they set the

formal titles, as far as Simms was concerned,

not quite

Victoria followed them inside, maintaining the polite distance

to be served-please have a seat," Yulia called

seated at the head of the

a seat

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

chair for Violet and thoughtfully arranged

seemed wholly fixed on Violet. Both Simms and

hide his pleasure, a touch of pride coloring his tone. Victoria lifted her water glass and took a calm sip, her composure unshakable. Simms kept up a steady stream of conversation with McNeil, discussing mostly business. Violet, having worked

focused

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

latest game? She helped program it—she was

was clear-Violet was doing

dinner was nothing but a

what did

neither confirmed nor denied

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

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