The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 467

Meanwhile, Simms was playing both sides, pretending loyalty while secretly building his own power base within the company, drawing high-level executives and shareholders to his side.

After Mann's death, Simms dropped the mask entirely-his true, ugly nature became impossible to ignore.

So not only was Simms a parasite, living off the Turner family, he was also a thief.

He had stolen everything the Turners had ever owned, orchestrated Edith's death, and to Victoria, no amount of punishment would ever truly suffice.

Victoria had always suspected Simms was up to no good. He'd used every trick in the book, all to get his hands on the Turner fortune, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

She had investigated before, but back then, she'd believed Simms was her biological father. For that reason alone, she had always held back, unwilling to pursue the truth to its bitter end.

If Simms had only been after the Turner family's wealth, and Mann and Edith's deaths had nothing to do with him, Victoria would have just handed him over to the police and let the justice system do its work. But now, that was no longer enough.

A man who murdered her mother-Victoria could never forgive that.

hands on all this evidence?" she asked her brother, genuinely curious. She'd spent years gathering evidence against Simms, and yet what her brother had managed to

Luck, I guess. I didn't even set out to dig into Simms at first. But

his 'redemption.' They

was ask him for a favor, to keep an eye on Simms. That's it.

to think he's been collecting this stuff for a long time. There's no way

Her brother's contact hadn't started gathering evidence just because of her brother's request-he must have

would end up trusting Simms so deeply, even letting him marry into the Turner family and become

company, everyone ultimately looks out for

were others watching, waiting for a chance

him down. Powerless to

had decided to

time, tracking Simms's every move and collecting evidence until the day came when they

his opportunity had arrived. He handed over every bit

years, holding nothing back.