The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 481

Violet's face was battered and swollen, her eyes nearly swollen shut, when finally the commotion grew loud enough for someone to call security and break up the

fight.

"Ugh, you filthy tramp! Get lost already-don't embarrass yourself here any longer."

Someone passing by gave her a couple of extra kicks for good measure as she curled up on the floor, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Take me to the hospital. It hurts—”

Her whole body throbbed with pain; she was sure her ribs were broken again. They'd already snapped once in that street race, and now, thanks to those kicks, she was certain they'd fractured again.

In the end, someone must've worried she might actually die on Golden Era Enterprises' premises and drag the company into trouble, so they finally called an ambulance to take her away.

The entire PR department, furious over what happened, started preparing to hand in their resignations. Everyone agreed to go confess to Mr. Miller together.

The silver lining was that Simms didn't seem to care at all. He just brushed the whole thing off, told everyone not to make a scene next time, docked their pay a bit, and called it a day.

Violet spent days in the hospital, but Simms never visited, never even sent a message asking how she was.

The HR manager stopped by, putting on a show of concern, telling her to rest up

Yeah, right.

inch of her life. And now, with a single, dismissive "misunderstanding," it was all supposed

surprise, really. Their arrogance had only grown

power to fight back. No one was on her

able to walk wasn't to return to Golden

mother, though, she arranged to meet someone

he finally got a

you. The only reason I pursued your mother so passionately was just to get close to you

at the slick, well-groomed man

she'd never found anyone who could compare to

it was all fake. The rare few with genuine style or

but all of it was an

wore, reeking of desperation and bad decisions. Every time Violet came home

thought she was being discreet, but McNeil found out anyway. The worst part was,

and my mother have been, how am

a car, her scarlet evening gown hugging every curve, legs long

be with me," Sid said, not missing a beat,