The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 486

If the charges stuck, all of his assets would be frozen and handed over to the

authorities. Once again, just as her dreams were within reach, everything slipped through Violet's fingers. She felt as if she might lose her mind.

Yulia, on the other hand, remained calm and unhurried, her expression unreadable as she watched Violet's distress.

"It's not over till it's over. No one knows how this will play out yet. We'll just have to

see how things develop. Besides, the whole thing came out of nowhere-no warning at all. I suspect someone's digging into Simms' affairs behind the scenes."

I'd already reached the same conclusion. Our eyes met, and the answer was clear.

Victoria.

Who else could possibly hate Simms enough to go this far?

"Do you think Victoria already knows she and Simms aren't related by blood?"

Yulia's face darkened.

"So what if she knows? Her mother was never a match for me, and if Victoria wants to come at me, let her try. Still, if Simms ends up behind bars, things could get tricky."

After Yulia's relationship with Simms fell apart, she had no desire to stay at the company as his assistant, and Simms certainly didn't want her around anymore. Now, Violet was the only one left at Golden Era Enterprises, but even she had been pushed to the margins.

Violet had no power at Golden Era Enterprises. No one listened to her-if anything, her reputation was so toxic that people went out of their way to avoid her.

"So, what—are we just supposed to accept this?" she demanded.

Yulia shot her a sharp glance. "What's the rush? Let's just see how things play out."

But Violet didn't share Yulia's composure. She was anxious-desperate, even. "I'm leaving..."

Simms didn't fall, she'd have no

exhaled a thin stream of

mix of envy and bitterness. If only she were twenty years younger, she could still find a man to lean on. Now, all she

in full view of his employees. He looked impeccable

cooperation, didn't make things difficult

detention center,

person to visit him was, surprisingly,

see me at my lowest?"

bothered to stay in touch. No one else cared what happened to him. Even the young model he'd been seeing had cleared out his credit cards

gaze was icy and

it official on paper, but we lived as husband and

go ofl.ne by your

I'm willing

for things

go back to the way they were.

to get you out

but

capable of. What, you think just because I'm down, you

don't know about

don't

your little affairs on

my kid. You only want to help me so you can worm your way back in. Well, it's not going

you don't believe me, go

and partying every night, do you think I'd have looked

having a few flings on the side-especially someone as successful as me—is

Look at the mess you've made

stood up, refusing to even