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.

now? She took his present and gave

His secretary's voice was a timid whisper beside

he intended, laced with

with trembling hands. "Ms. Marchand called. She said she couldn't

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

kept

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

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

battles for him, but this was supposed to be her moment. They'd agreed to appear together at her inauguration, yet when Violet arrived, she found herself alone

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

business? Where on earth is McNeil?" she

Marchand that Mr. Langford had been off showering the newly-promoted VP Turner with gifts and roses, he might as well dig his own

Ailie slipped outside, having noticed McNeil's abrupt exit

game he was playing

Mr. Langford was just off giving Victoria flowers

handed the phone back, leaving the secretary

the phone to his ear again,

now, she'd still make sure things stayed

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

interest in seeing the two reconcile.

much, let

woman worked like a maniac anyway; she'd nearly run