The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 160

Violet rose to her feet, just as Victoria's head was still buried in McNeil's chest.

The commotion drew startled gasps from the crowd. No one was particularly concerned for Victoria's welfare; instead, all eyes turned to Violet.

Everyone knew Victoria had gotten her job thanks to Mr. Garcia's connections- and the rumor was, she'd come up with some excuse to pocket a five-hundred- thousand-dollar "bonus" from him.

A married woman receiving that much money without any clear reason? Everyone assumed it was hush money for an affair.

But what really shocked them was that Victoria's ambitions seemed to go beyond Curtis Garcia-now, she'd apparently set her sights on McNeil Langford as well.

Victoria clung to McNeil's shoulder, and from where everyone stood, it was obvious: McNeil hadn't so much as touched her. She was the one who wouldn't let go.

"Ms. Turner, that's really not appropriate," someone muttered.

Mr. Langford just a moment before-why hadn't she worked up the nerve to take it? Now Victoria had swooped in and

caught in a rather miserable predicament. A stray lock from her bun had become tangled in the metal zipper of McNeil's jacket. The more she tried to free herself, the more it snagged, leaving

McNeil had even a shred of chivalry, he could have at least made an effort to help her out. Instead, he sat rigidly, as though afraid that any contact with

going on with Ms. Turner?" Violet, seated next to McNeil, could only see Victoria clinging to him and refused to let go. Her face darkened, but she forced herself to keep her composure in front

giving only a passing glance to the woman tangled up in his lap. He made no move

Victoria's eyes were glistening— she looked on the verge of

hand?" Ailie suggested. "Victoria's hair is caught in

McNeil made her

anxious. "Let me give it a try,"

a deft motion, her hair fell loose in a shimmering cascade. The trapped strand slipped free from the zipper. At last, Victoria

willing to