The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 478

"You let your business partner use me like a plaything, Simms. You're a monster."

A few executives sat in the office; none of them had expected Violet to barge in at a time like this.

Simms's good mood soured instantly as Violet stormed in. He shot up from his chair and, without thinking, slapped her hard across the face.

"Didn't you see we're in a meeting? You don't even bother to knock. You're just a department manager-who do you think you are?"

The other executives sensed trouble and, not wanting to overhear anything they shouldn't, quickly got to their feet. As they left, they each cast a glance at Violet.

Ha-

There'd always been rumors about Ms. Marchand. Some said she was Mrs. Langford, others claimed she was Mr. Miller's daughter. But what kind of father would send his own daughter to someone else's bed? Clearly, Violet Marchand had no powerful backer after all.

And she definitely wasn't Mr. Miller's daughter.

Violet collapsed to the floor, unable to get up for a long moment.

know all the little tricks you and your whore of a mother have played. I'm the one who

corner of Violet's mouth, the pain making her

you even human? I'm your daughter! If I'm

voice trembled on the edge of

her up only to hurl her onto the sofa; she tumbled off,

you delusional? You really think sleeping with someone gets you a twenty- million-dollar contract? Who do

settled back into his leather chair, taking out a cigar

that man himself. He said he signed the deal for twenty million with you. What does that make me in your

shaking with

"Stop flattering yourself. That

in the bag before you ever showed up. Having you sleep with him was just a little bonus-a cherry on top. You think McNeil

from his cigar, his

stunned on the floor. Tears spilled down her cheeks before she

a glance, grinding out his cigar in the

part. I'll have accounting give you a bonus-twenty grand, end of

eyes widened.

been used and broken, and that was all she was worth