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!"

are people online pretending to be

to be a quiet weekend gathering with McNeil's friends had turned into a

she always dressed to impress. In moments like these, 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 make a fuss

to the fans as possible, tall and graceful,

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

control, McNeil called

shielding Violet. Every time she made a public appearance, chaos seemed to follow-and McNeil

McNeil. I had no idea they'd manage to track us down here,"

flowerbeds and ruined greenery, his expression darkening. "Let's get inside. Don't come

longer, Marcus was

landed squarely in Violet's arms, hitting her chest. Luckily, it wasn't heavy, but the fans outside were now

been watching the commotion from the third floor,

carefully tended garden destroyed left Marcus in a foul

did Violet do to get this famous? Did one of you

a glare at

just shrugged, "She's only our company's

scowl deepened. "Isaac, next time you want to invite them both,

Isaac could only sigh.

plans for the night, already tense after the incident with the racecar model,

I really didn't expect my fans to follow us here and