The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 162

"What about you, Ms. Marchand? What's your wish?"

Jack tipped his head back, having just taken a long drink of water, and shot the question at her.

Violet glanced over at McNeil with a faint, enigmatic smile. "Take a guess."

After a short break filled with banter and laughter, the group started up another hill.

As they climbed higher, the air thinned and the temperature dropped sharply. Everyone pulled out heavier jackets and bundled up.

After several hours of hiking, most of the group began to feel the strain-some were gasping for breath, others lagging behind, their pace interrupted by frequent stops.

By now, only McNeil, Curtis, and Violet seemed to have energy left.

To everyone's surprise, the delicate-looking Ms. Turner seemed to be handling the climb better than anyone. Her breathing was steady, her expression calm-she didn't look tired at all.

A couple of people whispered conspiratorially.

Turner? Do you think she's really not tired, or just pretending? Maybe she's trying to show off for Mr. Langford and get on Ms. Marchand's

when they set their minds to something. Honestly, if Ms. Marchand weren't so good-natured, she would've slapped her earlier when

several people's opinions of Victoria; now, any chance to gossip about her was

pretended not to

had come to Quantum Core Technologies with a mission, and she wasn't

probably the most exercise we've had in ages," Violet called out, offering a bit of encouragement. "Of course we're tired. Let's take another break, then make a final push to the top.

baths and comfortable

looked ready to collapse; now, people straightened up, their energy suddenly

way, hoping for a chance to offer her water or maybe hold her hand if she needed help. But after hours of

to hauling equipment across all

that the group was truly exhausted, Violet called for a

unfazed; the trek so far had been nothing to

the other hand, was sweating and

you come

taken an interest

got up

and you're about the same height as Ms.