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.

name. By junior year, she'd transferred to another college just to avoid her. Only after the girl left did Violet return to

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

relentless drive, she was

Victoria, downing her drink in one swift

her mind? She wants us all out there suffering for fun? We're used to the cushy office life-no one with a lick of sense would suggest this unless they were bored out of their

excuse to stay in bed all day, and on

made Ailie want

"I'll be there too, so don't worry. I've done this kind of thing a lot when I lived abroad-got a

mystique—a woman as fierce

a corner, doing her best to go unnoticed

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

office. McNeil pulled up in his

a charcoal-gray outdoor jacket, and McNeil, standing beside her, seemed

popped, his features striking and sharp against

women whispered, cheeks flushing when McNeil came