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.

just to avoid her. Only after the girl left did Violet return to Northriver for her master's and finally earn her

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

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

beside Victoria, downing her

She wants us all out there suffering for fun? We're used to the cushy office life-no

in bed all day,

thought made Ailie want to

done this kind of thing a lot when I lived abroad-got a few years of outdoor survival under my belt. I'll

mystique—a woman as fierce and

corner, doing her best to go unnoticed

everyone on board—besides the front desk staff and a few older employees who stayed behind, it was

the office. McNeil pulled up in his luxury RV to

charcoal-gray outdoor jacket,

collar was popped, his features striking and

young women whispered, cheeks flushing when McNeil came into view. "Ms. Marchand looks pretty cool