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.

trailed behind, exhaling in

That was close-

nothing wrong, and started driving as

up the mountain had felt endless, but the three hours down

his driver to swap cars, instructing him

ready to head back to the office

to her, his tone sharp and cold. "I didn't realize you knew

ushered Violet into another car, driving off without a backward

own desk at Quantum Core Technologies that she realized her palms were sweaty from

the kitchenette, carrying a mug

And don't let what they said get to you. That's just how the workplace

think Violet Marchand was going to bother fixing the car. At the holiday party she was handing out racecar tickets, telling

sip, and suddenly spat out

stared at Victoria,

"Huh?"

own

leaned in, lowering her voice.

Victoria stayed silent.