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.

his present and gave him

voice was

sharper than he intended, laced with frustration. The secretary

"Ms. Marchand called. She said she couldn't reach you,

and slammed the door behind him. He drove off alone,

sweet, lilting voice kept

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

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

this was supposed to be her moment. They'd agreed to appear together at her inauguration, yet when Violet arrived,

be attending. Everyone had craned their necks, eagerly awaiting his arrival.

urgent business? Where on

Langford had been off showering the newly-promoted VP Turner with gifts and roses, he might

Langford's secretary, still hanging around?" Ailie slipped outside, having noticed McNeil's abrupt exit during the

playing now.

she snatched the phone from his hand. "Ms. Marchand, Mr. Langford was just off giving

handed the phone back,

he raised the phone to his ear again, the

still make sure things stayed messy for the pair of

scared Victoria would slip away, so he was trying to lure her back to work herself to the bone for the Langford

seeing the two reconcile. After all, these days, the god of

liked Violet so much, let him keep her as his

woman worked like a maniac anyway; she'd nearly