The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 306

Victoria could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom not long after.

Outside the video call, the office was in an uproar. Her coworkers in the conference room were buzzing with excitement, their laughter rising in waves, each teasing remark louder than the last.

Victoria's face was so red it looked like she might start bleeding from embarrassment. Thank God she wasn't actually at the office right now- otherwise, she'd want to crawl under a rock and disappear.

"What's going on? Why's everyone so worked up?”

Violet had stepped out for a moment, and when she returned, she found the atmosphere unusually giddy.

"It's Victoria. Her husband's back, and he's taking a shower right now."

Someone blurted it out, not realizing Violet was standing right there. He was grinning sheepishly when the person next to him nudged him in the side, only to look up and see Ms. Marchand right in front of him, startling him into silence.

Violet frowned as she realized everyone was gossiping about Victoria and her husband.

No one had a clue what Violet was thinking at that moment. Beneath her calm exterior, she was the only one in the room who actually knew who Victoria's husband really was.

Victoria had gone back to the Turner estate. Even if she hadn't had time lately to be with McNeil, he was the last person anyone would expect to show up at Victoria's side out of the blue.

"If you're all rested, let's get started."

Violet cut in, her tone impatient, and the room fell instantly silent.

Victoria, meanwhile, was grateful for the quiet. With McNeil in the bathroom and the door closed, things had finally calmed down in her room. The heat in her cheeks slowly faded. McNeil was never the type to overstep, so why was he acting so out of character today?

her, convinced her team had made a mistake. It was probably

relieved that no one could

for another ten minutes or so. Violet had everyone lower their heads to study the documents, giving them five minutes to

buried herself in her notes when, suddenly, the bathroom door

you hand me my underwear from the third drawer on

came through loud and clear-from

conference room, Violet included, heard

The whole room was in

she recognized McNeil's voice. It really was him-McNeil was back,

with McNeil fresh out of

when McNeil had gotten home. Had the two of

yanked out the power cord. She'd had

walked to the closet, digging

was officially ruined, thanks to McNeil. She didn't have the nerve to open her laptop again-not when she had no idea what else

you stop? Is the meeting

came from right

to find herself pinned against the closet, his

still misted with steam, a towel slung low around his

"McNeil-"

whispered his name when he caught her gently by the neck, lowering his forehead

ever so slightly. "Call me

her flawless skin, turning the tips of her

nearly laughed. As if he'd ever let her call him anything but McNeil. Her back pressed firmly against the closet,

his hands sliding