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.

a moment before-why hadn't

a rather miserable predicament. A stray lock from her bun had become tangled in the metal zipper of McNeil's

help her out. Instead, he sat rigidly, as

McNeil, could only see Victoria clinging to him and refused to let go. Her face darkened, but she forced herself to

have no idea," McNeil replied coolly, giving only a passing glance to the woman tangled up in his lap. He made

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

suggested. "Victoria's hair is caught in Mr. Langford's

something about McNeil made her nervous. She hesitated, unable to bring herself to

nearby, grew anxious. "Let me give it

a deft motion, her hair fell loose in a shimmering cascade. The trapped strand slipped free from the zipper. At last, Victoria was released. She lifted her head, cheeks

nearby were momentarily stunned. Ms. Turner really was breathtaking no wonder Mr. Garcia had been willing to drop half a million just