The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 156

Curtis just smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"I'm with Ms. Marchand," he said smoothly.

Someone in the audience chimed in with flattery, and soon the executives and staff all raised their cocktails in a show of support.

Even Mr. Garcia had to bow to the power of capital-how could the rest of them do anything but follow suit?

Violet soaked in the attention, clearly pleased to be at the center of it all.

She'd always been the star back in school, the one everyone watched. That lasted until about a year after she started at Northriver University-then a girl from the next class down arrived and completely overshadowed her.

This new girl was a campus sensation: stunning looks, a perfect figure, talent in everything she touched, and a wealthy family to top it off.

The moment she appeared, Violet found herself instantly eclipsed.

refused to even hear the girl's name. By junior year, she'd transferred to another college just to avoid her. Only after the girl left did Violet return to Northriver for her master's and finally earn

girl remained a shadow over Violet's life—one she never liked to

was untouchable. With McNeil's backing and her own relentless drive, she was the brightest

beside Victoria, downing her drink in one swift

fun? We're used to the cushy office life-no

excuse to stay in bed all day, and on weekdays, she preferred sitting to standing and lying down

thought made Ailie want

of thing a lot when I lived abroad-got a few years of outdoor survival under

own mystique—a

doing her best to go unnoticed in

trip. Curtis had everyone on board—besides the front desk staff and a

next morning, everyone gathered outside the office. McNeil pulled up in his luxury RV to

Violet looked nothing like her usual polished, businesslike self. She wore a charcoal-gray

striking and

whispered, cheeks flushing when McNeil