The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 351

All McNeil wanted was to attend Violet's inauguration with a clear conscience.

Maybe he'd even stopped by earlier, made an appearance at the ceremony, then doubled back to Quantum Core Technologies to drop off that gold-plated contract —and, while he was at it, stage a little heartfelt scene.

But Victoria Turner wasn't falling for it anymore.

"Noted," she replied, her tone ice-cold, before hanging up.

"I was thinking Gwyn and I could celebrate your promotion tonight—”

But before McNeil could finish, all he heard was the sharp click of a disconnected line.

He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to hurl his phone across the room. He'd already burned through several new models in just a few months.

Lovely. Ever since Victoria started working, not only had she grown a backbone, but she'd learned to bite the hand that fed her too.

She'd taken his gift and then turned on him without a second thought.

He'd given it too early.

He should never have handed it over in front of everyone, laying his heart bare just to save her some face.

If he'd known it would end like this, he'd have dragged her home first and given it to her over dinner when things were warm and private-at least then he might've gotten what he wanted.

took his present

was a timid

sharper than he intended, laced with frustration. The secretary

"Ms. Marchand called. She said

a murderous glare, stormed into the company car, and slammed the door behind him. He drove

sweet, lilting voice kept

"I'm sorry, Ms. Marchand. Mr. Langford is handling something urgent

of the office, a glass of sparkling wine in hand. The whole company

might name her CEO, but everyone knew who truly held the reins: McNeil Langford. She didn't mind fighting his battles for him, but this was

team that Mr. Langford would be attending. Everyone had craned their necks, eagerly

on earth is

He'd just witnessed everything firsthand. If he told Ms. Marchand that Mr. Langford had been off showering the newly-promoted VP Turner with gifts and roses, he

Ailie slipped outside, having noticed McNeil's abrupt exit during

see what game he was playing now. Instead, she

"Ms. Marchand, Mr. Langford was just off

back, leaving

had said. As he raised the phone to his

perfectly content. Even if McNeil raced to Violet's side now, she'd still make sure things stayed messy for

Maybe he was scared Victoria would slip away, so he

had no interest in seeing the two reconcile. After all, these days,

McNeil liked Violet so much, let

a maniac anyway; she'd nearly run