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.

she received from the company was a measly compensation for her medical bills. The HR manager stopped by, putting on a show of concern, telling her to rest

Yeah, right.

had ganged up on her in broad daylight, beating her within an inch of her life. And

only grown because Simms

No one was on her side anymore. She could do nothing but swallow

Violet did when she was able to walk

confronting her mother, though, she arranged to meet someone

moon when he finally got a

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

at the slick, well-groomed man in front of

she'd been to, she'd never found anyone who could compare to McNeil. None of these men in the business held

them were broke, or if they had some charm, it was all fake. The rare few with genuine style or confidence were

all

there was that cloying, cheap cologne they all wore, reeking of desperation and bad decisions. Every time Violet came home from

being discreet, but McNeil found out

notice," she replied coolly, "but considering how cozy you and my mother have been, how am I supposed to

against the hood of a car, her scarlet evening gown hugging every curve, legs long and flawless under the soft glow of the

you agree to be with me," Sid said, not missing a beat, "I'll break up with