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.

hear the girl's name. By junior year, she'd transferred to another college just to avoid her. Only after

a shadow over Violet's life—one she never

backing and her own relentless drive, she was the brightest star in the

downing her drink in one swift

We're used to the cushy office life-no one with a lick of sense

wanted nothing to do with Violet's plan. She was the sort who saw weekends as an excuse to stay in bed all day, and on weekdays, she preferred sitting to standing and lying down to sitting. Now she was supposed to go hiking and sleep

Ailie want to curl

this kind of thing a lot

mystique—a woman as fierce and sharp as her

a corner, doing her best to

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

gathered outside the office. McNeil pulled up in his luxury

like her usual polished, businesslike self. She wore a charcoal-gray outdoor jacket, and McNeil, standing beside her, seemed

collar was popped, his features striking and sharp against the

the early-arriving young women whispered, cheeks flushing when McNeil came into