The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 364

The assistant, seeing Violet put on her little act, felt both frustrated and scalded. Her temper flared.

"I'm here to work, not to be your slave. I brought you coffee out of courtesy, Ms. Marchand-did you really have to treat me like this?"

Whatever admiration she'd once had for Violet vanished, replaced by a sour resentment.

So much for the legendary power woman-she's just a lunatic.

"This is a workplace, not your private playground. You've barged into my office three times without permission. Did you think you wouldn't be reprimanded? Since when is work supposed to go exactly your way?"

Violet's voice was ice. "You're fired. You have ten minutes to clear out, or I'll call security."

Violet's mood was already in tatters after being left behind by both McNeil and Victoria. Yet she knew she couldn't let herself complain to McNeil. No matter what people whispered, their so-called relationship was just gossip-he'd never given her any real status. She had no right to question him, especially now, with his divorce from Victoria in progress.

No matter how much it stung, she had to swallow it. If she annoyed McNeil and he decided not to go through with the divorce-worse yet, went back to Victoria- every effort she'd made over the years would be for nothing.

The assistant's hand was red and throbbing from the coffee burn as she left, tears streaming down her face.

Violet stared after her, eyes cold. "Useless. Can't even get a simple task right." She stayed in her office, forcing herself to calm down. Eventually, her breathing steadied.

Just then, a call came through from McNeil's executive assistant.

the business

as she listened. All the irritation from

"Understood. I'll be ready."

play. When it came to real business, she'd be out of

McNeil returned to the villa. At the

"Daddy! Mommy!"

burrowed into her arms, her hair a soft, golden

know if it was a boy or a girl. Still, her symptoms were much stronger this time than when she was pregnant

a slight wave of nausea the first day, she hadn't even needed her anti-sickness tablets. Everything seemed...

set when they arrived-Xenia had everything ready, just waiting for

barely set foot inside before his phone

Langford, we've contacted Ms. Marchand. The company

accept a call

seemed to think so too, rushing

is that Violet on

not to

just a

said that for her benefit, but she couldn't be bothered to care. Everyone knew about

dinner, McNeil suggested taking Victoria and Gwyneth out for a movie, but

felt it as much in Evermore City, but now that she was home,