The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 438

"With your capabilities, V&S Group won't last the week. It's like sending a monkey to rule a kingdom just because they ran out of real soldiers. Pathetic..."

Violet clicked down the hallway in her stilettos, head held high, not bothering to hide her disdain as she left.

"Wait, wait-Ms. Marchand... don't go...!"

VP Weaver's voice cut through the tension, stopping Violet in her tracks. She glanced over her shoulder, a hint of malicious delight flickering in her eyes.

"What, is there something else? Want to beg me to stay? Forget it. You made your choice when you sided with that woman. Whatever happens to this company from now on-it's none of my concern."

Weaver scratched his nose awkwardly. "No, uh, it's just... you haven't handed in your office keys yet."

Violet's face flushed with rage. She yanked the keys from her purse and slammed them down on the table, not saying another word.

Ailie, standing nearby, picked up her phone and dialed.

"Can you send a few cleaners up to clear out the corner office? I'm worried someone's left a mess behind-don't want any germs hanging around."

The whole room struggled to keep straight faces as Violet stormed out, not even glancing back.

Violet's old chair switched out immediately,

"Alright, everyone-let's start with

***

the V&S Group tower loomed behind her, just as imposing as the day she first arrived. But this time, she left alone-no one came to see her

her phone

trembled, tears

you lost the company Come back to Golden Era Enterprises. With your talent, you can help your father-no need fo waste

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hard her

calls in days, but she was done

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blood for Randy, McNeil's

survivor after

terrible accident.

A reply came quickly.

Violet. I've already arranged for someone else to help her, and if that doesn't