The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 332

After giving her team a thorough talking-to, Violet finally felt some of last night's pent-up frustration begin to dissipate. When she heard that McNeil had shown up at the office, she was genuinely surprised.

She'd waited all morning for a callback, but there'd been nothing from him. She didn't want to call again and come across as desperate; that just wasn't her style. Violet had honed her patience over the years-she wasn't about to let it slip now. "Noted," she replied coolly, though the curve tugging at her lips was impossible to hide.

So, he'd ignored her calls all day yesterday, only to come find her at the office? She couldn't help but feel a little victorious.

She quickly pulled a compact from her purse, covering her smile in the mirror until her expression was composed enough for work. Then she settled in at her desk, pretending to focus, all the while waiting for McNeil.

But time dragged on and there was still no sign of him. Instead, she noticed people from every department suddenly rushing out, their faces filled with urgency.

"Can you find out what's going on?" Violet asked, frowning.

Her young assistant piped up, “It's the tech department's hotshot-everyone says Mr. Garcia managed to recruit him. Now the whole office is scrambling to get a look."

She added, "Mr. Langford's gone too."

Violet's pen froze above the page. Had McNeil come here for the tech genius, not her?

"Is it a man or a woman?" she pressed.

I think. Pretty much everyone's headed

couldn't sit still any longer. "Sort these files and drop them off with HR. I need

she was going to join the crowd, but her assistant caught the urgency—and the faint annoyance on

she'd gone, Violet rose and left her

tech wing, only to find the area outside already packed,

thought programmers were all awkward geeks, but this guy-

looks like he stepped out of a comic book. Do you think he'd let

moving, until someone spotted her and the crowd parted in a flurry

"Ms. Marchand-!"

"Good morning, Ms. Marchand-"

gave a

calm and composed, she made

genius-she was here for McNeil. She wanted to know what was so extraordinary about this new hire that

with a wide, affable smile. The sly tilt of his eyes and his

swoon harder; a few

that's enough fangirling for now. You've got one hour," McNeil cut in,

smile faded the moment he