The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 171

When Nash first heard Violet's voice as they worked, he found himself completely captivated-utterly entranced, even.

Men like them had met their share of impressive women. As senior managers, they attended plenty of business functions, brushing shoulders with powerful, beautiful women who made their mark in the corporate world.

But someone like Ms. Marchand? She was in a league of her own.

Watching her-so focused, yet gentle-Nash felt his heart skip a beat. George, standing nearby, couldn't help but tease him.

"Who wouldn't feel that way? Still, guys like us can't even dream about it. Mr. Langford's always at Ms. Marchand's side, watching her like a hawk. Forget about managers like you or me-even those rich kids from high society wouldn't get close to her."

With that, George shattered Nash's daydream.

"Some things are just too far out of reach. Not even worth dreaming about."

As Violet climbed into the car, she brushed past Victoria.

"Don't go playing hero when you don't know what you're doing," she said quietly. "When you've got people in the car, guessing isn't good enough. If something goes wrong, who's going to take responsibility?"

With that, Violet followed McNeil back into the RV.

behind,

That was close-

car, found nothing wrong, and started driving as

felt endless, but the

at Quantum Core Technologies, McNeil called his driver to swap cars, instructing him to take the vehicle to the shop for

head back

his tone sharp and cold. "I didn't realize you knew this car

had already ushered Violet into another car, driving off without a

wasn't until Victoria was back at her own desk at Quantum Core Technologies that she realized her palms were

from the kitchenette, carrying a mug of

this. And don't let what they said get to you. That's just how the workplace is. You're better than them, and it makes people jealous-men and women

to steal the spotlight today. I didn't even think Violet Marchand was going to bother fixing the car. At the holiday party she was handing out racecar tickets, telling us to come support her, but when it really mattered she just stood back and let others do the

paused to take a sip, and suddenly spat out her

at

"Huh?"

holding her own cup,

her voice. "Victoria...

Victoria stayed silent.