The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 305

Mom wasn't going to tuck her in tonight-fine. Gwyneth could sleep hugging the doll Violet had given her.

Stubbornly wiping away her tears, she kept glancing at the crack beneath the door, half-expecting Victoria to come back and comfort her. But all she heard was the shuffle of slippers; the sound faded down the hall, and then the master bedroom door clicked shut.

That was it. There was no hope left. Gwyneth crawled under her blanket, resigned to sleeping alone.

She stared at the doll in her arms for a while, then, feeling suddenly annoyed, tossed it carelessly onto the little couch-she didn't want to hug it after all.

She'd wanted to provoke her mom, to make Victoria come back and check in on her, so she'd deliberately clutched the doll Violet gave her. But her plan backfired -Victoria really wasn't coming.

It was boring, lying alone in her little bed, thoughts drifting in a hundred directions. Before she knew it, Gwyneth had fallen into a restless sleep.

Victoria picked up her laptop, intending to head to the study. But then again, McNeil might come home at any moment.

Lately, whenever she stayed at McNeil's house, she made a point of staying in the master bedroom. That way, the moment he walked in, he'd see her there- resting, looking every bit the perfect wife. Wasn't that the homey, harmonious family atmosphere he wanted to present? A doting father, a devoted wife, a lovely daughter?

Whatever he wanted to see, she would show him.

As for what she truly felt inside-well, that was none of McNeil's business.

At precisely 9:30 p.m., the meeting began.

Violet sat in the office with the entire tech team assembled. When she glanced at Victoria's spot and saw only a laptop there, her expression shifted briefly.

from home," George spoke up before Violet could even ask, making it clear this had been

from a world-class university. Curtis Garcia had gone to great lengths to lure him away from a Fortune 500 company. Violet

a good team lead, George. But everyone's here, and no one gets special treatment. We'll let it slide this time, but don't

Everyone knew that, behind closed doors, Ms. Marchand and Victoria didn't get along. What puzzled people

like Ms. Marchand recognized Victoria's talent and didn't want it

rumor

no different than if she were in the office. The laptop camera was focused on her alone, but she could see everyone else on

listened intently to every comment. She took notes, focused and

confident, twenty-minute monologue,

but no one ever dared doze

break. Only

“Still up this late?"

stretched when the bedroom

frowning, his voice

to block

on a company call..." she managed, relaxing a little when

o'clock, and he was already

would end. Since Violet wouldn't be keeping him company

straight

of her colleagues were chatting

from Victoria's laptop, the whole room