The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 477

After three glasses of wine, Violet felt dizzy and lightheaded.

"Let me go. I'm pregnant-I can't drink..." She struggled to keep her voice steady as she looked at them. "You know I'm Mrs. Langford. You can't treat me like this."

The men who had been forcing drinks on her hesitated, a flicker of unease passing between them. Reluctantly, they released her.

Simms strode over, grabbed her chin, and slapped her hard across the face.

"Pregnant? Don't make me laugh. You haven't even got a uterus anymore. Lying comes as naturally to you as breathing, doesn't it?" His voice was icy. "Ever since you walked through the doors of Golden Era Enterprises, you've belonged to this company. You think you can just freeload and get away with it?"

He shoved another glass into her hand. "You're going to sit here and drink with us, and if you behave, you'll get your bonus at the end of the month. But if you try any more of your little tricks, you'll regret it."

Right in front of the company board members, Simms slapped Violet not once, but three times. Her cheek swelled and burned.

stared at him in disbelief, cradling her face. She couldn't comprehend how her own father

a good time-there's no need to lose

ten grand a bottle. You're not losing out. Look, if you go along with Mr. Miller, we'll sign

of men in their fifties, dressed for

to sign the contract. He rested his hand on Violet's

Keep these gentlemen company tonight, and once this deal is sealed, I'll promote

made Violet's heart skip. She'd already boarded a sinking ship; it was too late to escape now. The only money she

was just a little

forced her back down at

the evening blurred into a drunken

Violet woke up in a hotel room, a blanket draped over her. When she

buttoning his shirt, glanced at her, and smirked. "Last night was quite a ride, Ms. Marchand. Mr. Miller and I signed that $20 million contract, and you played your part. He

words oozed sleaze. Before Violet could even sit up,