The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 376

Violet froze, the arrogance that had just lit up her face slowly fading away.

Her chest tightened further when she saw the uniformed officers and the official inventory list they brought. Violet shot a venomous glare at Victoria.

"You're insane! McNeil doesn't want you anymore, so now you pull a stunt like this? I'm calling him right now let's see what your precious husband thinks of his 'wonderful' wife."

She snatched up her phone, ready to dial McNeil. Victoria's voice cut her off, calm and unhurried.

"Everything you're enjoying right now is marital property between me and McNeil. It doesn't matter who you call."

As soon as she finished speaking, Victoria signaled her team to join the officers in cataloguing every item in the house.

Violet's panic flared into rage as she blocked their way. "Victoria, a lot of these things are mine! I work hard at Quantum Core Technologies-I bought these with my own salary! What right do you have to touch anything?"

Her voice shook, torn between fury and disbelief. For years, she'd relied on her own effort. Maybe McNeil had provided some resources, but she'd earned her keep.

"Oh? You've only been at Quantum Core Technologies a few months. This house alone is worth thirty million-unless you've been embezzling or committing fraud, what could you possibly have done to afford all this so quickly?"

Victoria didn't need to lift a finger; her bodyguards calmly moved Violet aside. The household staff, eyes wide, stood frozen in the presence of the officers, barely daring to breathe.

finally dawned on everyone: they'd been working for the mistress all along, and now the real lady of the house had

Marchand going to be arrested? Do you think we'll still get paid for last month?" someone whispered

that. Now the real Mrs. Langford has shown up-never

thought she was the real deal. But compared to this Mrs. Langford, she doesn't even come close-looks, presence, nothing. Men can be so blind. Left a gorgeous wife for this? What

good home- cooked meals are, some men still think the grass is

hands over their mouths, afraid to say

each item from the house being

Victoria, who remained perfectly composed, unfazed by the chaos.

let Victoria do whatever she wanted?

Desperate, Violet dialed Simms.

Lane. Victoria's lost her mind-she's brought people over and is clearing out the entire

Morris was sipping tea in her office when Violet's frantic call came through. Her brow furrowed

had just managed to wrangle a multi-billion dollar company from McNeil, and

the house-what the hell

I'll

Victoria was getting more and

Mrs. Langford or even Ms. Turner, Yulia would