The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 209

Chapter 209

Violet offered a polite, apologetic smile and hurried after McNeil, slipping into his sleek black sedan under the watchful eyes of his security team.

McNeil said nothing for the entire ride. Violet could sense the tension radiating from him, but she couldn't grasp what had set him off.

Was it possible he'd discovered she wasn't really Vivian?

But that seemed unlikely. McNeil had never once questioned her about the connection between herself and the name Vivian. Maybe he was simply jealous that one of her fans had shown up so unexpectedly.

After all, her male fans far outnumbered her female ones, and the bouquet she'd just received had come from a man.

Violet glanced at the flowers resting beside her. They were beautiful, but she knew she'd have someone dispose of them as soon as possible.

McNeil dropped Violet and Gwyneth off at Number Three, Winding Peak Lane, then turned to head back to the office. Violet considered inviting him to stay for dinner, but he cut her off with a curt, "No need," before striding away without a backward glance.

pulled away, McNeil

sharpened his instincts, and right now they told him that

phone, thumb pressing hard against the screen. After a few

mean, look into Victoria. I want a

on the other end, paused in surprise, thinking he must have misheard. He was the only person in the company who knew McNeil was married-and that his wife was Victoria. Whenever Victoria needed something, she called Maynard; if McNeil needed to find his

years, an unspoken understanding had developed between them: Maynard

in reputation, and expected to share his bed without any real

"Sir, you mean...?"

his wife, especially with

Mr. Langford for years, but this was the first time he truly didn't

from the day she was born," McNeil

Curtis sold the game under the name Vivian,

Vivian created a clear divide between her and that identity; they were two separate people in

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