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.

pretending? Maybe she's trying to show off for Mr. Langford and get on Ms.

completely unpredictable when they set their minds to something. Honestly, if Ms. Marchand weren't so good-natured, she

Victoria; now, any chance to gossip about her

pretended not

she thought. She had come to Quantum Core Technologies with a mission, and she wasn't about to get dragged

this is 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

promise of hot baths and comfortable beds

collapse; now,

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

to hauling equipment across all sorts of terrain-was showing signs

that the group was truly exhausted,

unfazed; the trek so far had

other hand, was sweating and

come here

an interest in Victoria and

Victoria got up and

and Mr. Langford in a bit," he explained. "You've got great stamina, and you're about the same height as Ms. Marchand. Mind coming with me to scout a