The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 356

Victoria sat with a calm composure, her striking dark eyes betraying nothing.

She understood exactly what McNeil meant-he'd been threatening her ever since they boarded the plane.

Once upon a time, the Turner family's wealth could rival royalty, but after her grandfather's death, everything crumbled. Helping McNeil had been as much for herself as for him.

The reason Victoria had risked everything to push McNeil into the CEO position at The Langford Group was simple: she hoped, in return, he could help her wrest back control of the Turner family from Simms Miller.

But now, looking back, the idea felt almost laughable.

"McNeil, do you really think all I care about is a life of luxury?"

She'd never cared for that fleeting, illusory wealth. She'd been born into privilege,

a debutante with a silver spoon, the darling of high society.

But with the Turner family's downfall, she'd seen the true, ugly faces of those who once called themselves family.

And now Violet was back.

McNeil's relentless, self-serving ambition left her cold. It had finally taught her the hard truth: relying on others was a fool's game.

McNeil smirked. "I know I married a capable woman-not some pampered princess obsessed with champagne galas."

took her hand. She tried

McNeil went on. "It's been ages aren't you the least bit curious? What do you think he'll make of seeing the two of us together? Will he remember how fickle you can be, or how you never could make up your mind? Did you tell him we're already filing for divorce? The moment the papers are signed, what's the plan? Run off and get married? The V&S Group- that was his gift to you, wasn't

in his endless monologue. She met

"I already gave your brother a heads-up

about any

not for this contract signing between McNeil and Stein, she probably wouldn't have

ought to thank

three hours left to Evermore City, Victoria sat beside McNeil, unwilling to say another word. Instead, she

her eyes again, someone had draped a thin blanket over her. McNeil sat beside her, eyes closed,

good-looking, with long, dark lashes casting shadows on his cheeks each time he exhaled. His tailored white shirt hugged a body sculpted by years

at first sight. Even knowing he

he didn't love her-maybe he only wanted her

many wounds,

"Have you stared enough?"

cut through

cunning, always unpredictable. But she was used to

slowly opened his eyes, glancing at the sky outside

City, and even in his

Victoria said, finally finding her chance to free herself. McNeil glanced coolly at

ready-we'll be

"I know," she replied.

again. Despite everything, she felt a flutter of