The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 479

If he'd known Victoria would come out on top in the end, he wouldn't have bothered worrying about blood ties. Siding with the real winner was always the smarter move.

Old money families weren't blind. He'd thought he could turn his biological daughter into a proper socialite by throwing money at her, but when you put Violet

next to the real thing, she simply didn't measure up.

Violet pressed a trembling hand to her swollen cheek, eyes burning with resentment.

"So from the very beginning, you targeted the McNeils. You deliberately pushed me toward him, hoping I'd be useful to you one day. Isn't that right?"

She couldn't let it go.

Simms clicked his tongue. "Please. I didn't make you go after McNeil. It just happened you latched on to him—and you blew it. Did you really think I'd keep treating you like a princess when you're no use to me at all?"

A cold weight settled in Violet's chest.

This was her father. She'd thought, deep down, he must have loved her at least a little.

But now, looking at the man before her, she realized even her foster parents, back in that little town, had been better than this. They never tried to profit off her, never forced her to do things she didn't want to do.

"Don't make it sound so ugly. Deliberate or not, I never told you to go after McNeil. Out of all those rich kids, you could've picked any one. But McNeil's Victoria's husband. If you don't have what it takes, don't bother competing. You made your bed-don't come crying to me now."

Violet tried to protest, but Simms cut her off coldly.

"That's enough. Either you start treating our clients right, or there's the door. Stay

want, but if you're not willing to work,

snap back, to say something, anything but

door. Humiliated,

company's corridors, gossip filled

big contract-all thanks to Ms. Marchand sleeping with the

was the deal for?

right? Even if she was just the mistress, she's

dated the richest man City,

rest. Two hundred

as

heard."

like a needle, leaving her raw

anger, she marched into

a single

her glare. "What, are you all

the

"Wynn-Ms. Marchand?" her

finally called, approaching

a paper cup

stepped out for coffee.

hours. Where'd

on the coffee, and she reached

assistant pulled it away