The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 482

"You really think you're still an eighteen-year-old girl? And your daughter's just as much of a tramp as you are."

The word "tramp" seemed to strike a nerve in Violet. Unhurried, she slid into the driver's seat and flicked on the headlights.

The beams blasted across the lot, turning darkness into daylight. Sid squinted under the harsh light, shielding his eyes with one hand.

Then Violet slammed her foot on the gas. The car hurtled toward Sid without hesitation.

Sid panicked, terror freezing his limbs. He'd thought Violet wouldn't dare, but the way she handled the car was unhinged-no matter where he ran, she kept the headlights trained on him, her aim unerring.

Cornered, with nowhere left to run, Sid crumpled to his knees.

"I'm sorry, okay? It's all my fault-please, don't hit me!"

Violet gripped the wheel, stopping only at the very last second. Sure, she wasn't allowed to race anymore, but that didn't mean she'd lost her touch behind the

wheel.

she stared coldly at

slipped into the passenger

this why you called me here? Just to put on a

any more attached. Mom, we're running out of money. We're almost broke. I don't want to go back to the way things

as she blew

things to go back to how they were? You think I don't know that sleazebag was stringing me along? Men like him, they're all the same liars, every last one of them. Simms

was silent

want to kill

face twisted with scorn.

whole estate-would go to us. He's got a stake in Golden Era Enterprises AS long as he's alive, we'll never see a penny. The last woman he knocked up lost the baby, but that doesn't mean he won't keep trying to have a

eyes burned

in terror. "So what do you

all the same. If someone else dies, as long as there's enough money, it'll all go

memory flashed through her mind—a

she hit died instantly, leaving

on the phone, buying off the authorities