The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 408

Violet thought she must have misheard. When it finally sank in that McNeil had actually agreed to marry her, she was so overjoyed that she burst into tears.

"What do I need to prepare?"

It seemed she'd made the right move. Once she and McNeil held the wedding, she'd have to thank Kelvin properly.

"You don't need to prepare anything."

McNeil drove Violet back to her apartment. When they arrived downstairs, she gazed at him with longing.

"Are you not staying tonight?"

He shook his head. "No. You're still recovering-you need rest. Don't worry about the company for now."

Panic flickered across Violet's face. "No, I have to go to V&S Group. I know I only have three months left, but I want to make every day count while I'm still here.

not like Victoria-I don't want

eyes were cold as ice. He looked at Violet, his voice devoid of warmth. "There's no comparison between

got into his

and sent a message to Victoria, hoping her number hadn't changed or been

no reply, but Violet knew Victoria

or not didn't matter; it wasn't

to know that in this relationship with McNeil,

those years Victoria had longed for McNeil's recognition and never got it— while Violet

about a marriage certificate? Their grand wedding would be the talk

the moment McNeil agreed, Violet had already tipped off the press. Even though he hadn't formally proposed yet, she'd anonymously told the media that Mr. Langford

the date was set, she would make it public, inviting every news

to be livestreamed, watched by

her so

same night, Victoria had fallen into a deep sleep on her living room chaise. She slept so soundly that she didn't hear her phone buzzing again and again