The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 357

The moment Violet heard that McNeil and Victoria were leaving for a week, her face drained of all color.

Why hadn't McNeil told her anything about this trip? Since when did he start going places and purposefully leaving her out?

She had no energy left to keep up her conversation with Gwyneth. After a few half-hearted replies, she cut the call short.

"Violet's really busy with work at the company, sweetheart. She can't come for now. When your daddy gets back, we'll all go out and have fun together, okay?"

Gwyneth sounded disappointed, but since her great-grandfather's house was always full of other kids to play with, she didn't dwell on it. After hanging up, she shrugged it off and dove straight into her homework.

Violet gripped her phone, lips pale.

V&S Group was already in her pocket, but she couldn't bring herself to care about the company's operations. Lately, all her attention was glued to McNeil's every

move.

A creeping sense of being played washed over her. Victoria had agreed to sell the company to McNeil almost too readily, fully aware that he planned to hand it over to Violet. Since when was Victoria so generous? That scheming witch. She'd played her hand perfectly-luring McNeil away at just the right moment.

Fuming, Violet paced her office, gnashing her teeth. With no idea where the two had gone, she dialed McNeil's secretary.

Knowing full well that Violet was McNeil's girlfriend, the secretary was tactful and quick to answer.

"Mr. Langford left for Evermore City with Ms. Turner, VP of Quantum Core Technologies, and Ms. Ailie from their investment department. They're meeting with the military to discuss a drone contract."

The news hit Violet like a bolt out of the blue. McNeil had brought Victoria along, and now Ailie too?

She immediately called the airline to check the flight manifests. With Ailie's ID number in hand, she soon discovered that McNeil, Victoria, and Ailie weren't even listed on the same flight.

a smokescreen. She hadn't flown to Evermore

skipped a

was happening between them—especially with Victoria, who never missed a chance

knew full well McNeil had no interest in her, but that never stopped Victoria from clinging on. The worst part? It looked like she was finally getting

went straight to voicemail. She tried Victoria

they were

landed. Airport staff lined up in two

entire terminal had been

way, Mr. Langford,

sedans waited outside the

front, a uniformed driver opened the

stepped out of

could hurry ahead, he

step in

see right through him, but McNeil ignored her

the plane, kept a firm grip on

Victoria, her

"Mr. Langford, a pleasure.”

and the row of luxury cars, his

the welcome committee, Mr.

reception-it was a thinly

too kind, Mr. Langford. The convoy's just a standard protocol

dropped to the insignia on Stein's uniform. Maynard had been right -no one could challenge Stein's

"Brother..."