The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 276

Violet couldn't help but feel a secret thrill inside.

McNeil had been almost absurdly attentive to her, and she followed him toward the front gate.

Sure enough, a crowd had gathered outside Marcus's villa.

As soon as Violet stepped out, a storm of cameras erupted-reporters and paparazzi raising their long lenses, snapping away at her and McNeil as if their lives depended on it.

"Ms. Marchand, look over here!"

"Ms. Marchand, you look stunning today!"

"Ms. Marchand, I love you! I want to give you everything I have!"

Someone in the crowd boldly shouted their love for Violet, right in front of McNeil.

More admirers followed suit, tossing bouquets over the fence, gifts of all sizes raining down into Marcus's garden.

It was tulip season, and Marcus's garden was overflowing with rare and beautiful blooms. Now, those treasured flowers were being battered and crushed beneath the avalanche of presents.

"Thank you, everyone, for your affection," Violet called out, her smile gentle but firm. "But this is private property, so I have to ask you all to head home."

"Ms. Marchand, when will we see you back on the F1 circuit? We'd do anything to see justice for what happened to you in that crash!"

pretending to be you, using your name for all

was supposed to be a quiet weekend gathering with McNeil's friends

out with McNeil, she always dressed to impress. In moments like

for your concern," she replied graciously. "You can see for yourselves I'm standing here perfectly fine. The accident didn't leave any lasting damage. As for people impersonating me online, I don't plan to

poised just inside the villa, as close to

every question with patience and warmth, her sincerity only fueling her fans' fervor. Some especially enthusiastic admirers even looked ready to climb

control, McNeil called his security

we need to get inside," he said, shielding Violet. Every time she made a public appearance, chaos seemed to follow-and McNeil

no idea they'd manage to track us down here," Violet apologized, genuinely distressed by the

his expression darkening. "Let's get

any longer, Marcus was going to need a full

escort her away when, out of nowhere, a bouquet landed squarely in Violet's arms, hitting her chest. Luckily,

watching the commotion from the third floor, picking

garden destroyed left

did Violet do to get this famous? Did one

shot a glare at

only our company's

"Isaac, next time you want to invite them

Isaac could only sigh.

tense after the incident with the racecar

expect my fans