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.

so I had her join from home," George spoke up before Violet could even ask, making it

lengths to lure him away from a Fortune 500 company. Violet knew exactly how valuable George was, so even though she was annoyed, she kept her composure

team lead, George. But everyone's here, and no one gets special treatment. We'll let it

team all let out a quiet sigh of relief. Everyone knew that, behind closed doors, Ms. Marchand and Victoria

had brought her into the tech division. On the surface, it looked like Ms. Marchand recognized Victoria's talent and didn't want it to go to waste. But despite giving her opportunities, she also seemed to trip her up at every turn-setting hurdles, nitpicking,

it. But since Georgia's departure and the change in Violet's personal assistant, there was a rumor floating around that Victoria was always one step ahead-maybe

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

intently to every comment. She took notes, focused

a confident, twenty-minute monologue, then invited the team to speak

ran long, but no one ever dared doze

Violet announced a five-minute break. Only then did

“Still up this late?"

stretched when the

stood there, frowning, his voice deep

block the

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

McNeil. Only ten o'clock, and he was

meeting, and it wasn't clear when it would end. Since

straight out through

her colleagues were chatting quietly, but

from Victoria's laptop, the whole room went