The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 395

What stung Violet the most was that, even after all this time, McNeil had never once touched her.

"If I were to die right here, right in front of you, would you still refuse to give me a wedding?" she asked, her voice trembling.

McNeil didn't even hesitate. "No. That's the one thing I can never give you, no matter what. Violet, we'll never have that kind of relationship. But if you want anything else, I'll do my best to get it for you."

Tears streamed down Violet's face, and then, suddenly, she started laughing through her sobs. "Alright, you said it yourself. Anything I want, you'll help me get. Then I want V&S Group."

She stared at McNeil for a long time, waiting for a response that never came. Finally, she let out a bitter laugh. "Don't tell me you can't even manage that. You promised anything but marriage."

She wanted everything Victoria ever cared about; everything Victoria loved or valued, Violet was determined to take for herself.

If McNeil refused her now, it didn't matter. It was only a matter of time.

"He just got divorced he must still have some leftover feelings for Victoria as his ex-wife. But give it three months, six months, a year-will he still be able to say with such certainty that he'll never marry her?" Violet thought. That was impossible. No man could stand to go so long without a woman by his side.

She was about to say more, but McNeil finally spoke.

"Alright."

V&S Group. She'd already taken so much from him—her share of the Langford Group, a full five percent, and then another fifty percent from his father, though the transfer hadn't officially

to take over Violet's role,

he have? Besides, after the way he'd treated Stein, even if he did find Victoria, Stein

go back to V&S Group tomorrow," he said at last. "I'll be your

Victoria truly cared about the company, she'd show up once Violet took charge

what about her promise to visit Gwyneth three times a week? It was part of the divorce settlement, written and stamped by the court. What

Victoria hadn't come to his house

always kept her word before. But this time, it was as if every agreement she made was just

a complete liar—and not just any

to the Turner family's house, but Haley

was it, wasn't it? She'd rushed to leave him just

climbed into his sleek black sedan, lighting cigarette after cigarette, unable to shake

with Stein? Or had they known each other since childhood, just as she'd said-Stein

of those tragic, unfulfilled loves? Had something stood in

the more tangled everything became. He couldn't

finally understand what it meant

was a mess, incapable of clear judgment. He could barely think

chase away any man who appeared at Victoria's side, armed

even have the courage to call himself her