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.

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

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

of Victoria; now, any chance to gossip about her was eagerly

pretended not to

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

a bit of encouragement. "Of course we're tired. Let's take another break, then make a final push to the top. There's a spa hotel

promise of hot baths and comfortable beds instantly revived

ago, they'd looked ready to collapse; now, people

her hand if she needed help. But after hours of climbing, even he was

the team's cameraman-used to hauling equipment across all sorts of terrain-was showing signs

truly exhausted, Violet

down, unfazed; the trek so far had been nothing to

hand, was

you come here

cameraman had taken an interest in

up

engagement photos of Ms. Marchand and Mr. Langford in a bit," he explained. "You've got great stamina, and you're about the