The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 499

"I didn't."

Victoria could tell by McNeil's tone that he wasn't joking.

She immediately ended the call and turned to the teacher. "Excuse me, who picked Gwyn up?"

If it wasn't McNeil, then who else could it be?

"It was her aunt, I think. The one who used to come with Mr. Langford to pick her up. Gwyn seemed happy to see her."

Victoria froze. Gwyneth's aunt? There was no one else but Violet.

But Violet was supposed to be in prison.

Before she could call McNeil again, her phone rang-he was already calling her back.

"I'm on my way to find Gwyn. I just got word from the warden: Violet seduced the prison director and wrangled a three-day leave. It's probably her who took Gwyn."

The world swam before Victoria's eyes. She nearly fainted and would have collapsed if someone hadn't caught her.

The

smile, quickly asked for more details, then rushed

sat in the car, peering up at Violet with shining eyes. It had been so long since she'd seen her

Violet didn't look the least

Gwyneth asked, curious. "Are we going

but when Violet heard the word "house," her

don't have

darkened, turning almost vicious. "Your mother's the reason for

to curry favor with McNeil. She didn't

talk to

asked, the

your father. Your

abandoned warehouse. Gwyneth climbed out, confused. Why

"Violet, where are we?"

her spine. She'd thought Violet was taking her somewhere fun-or maybe

soon. Just say what I tell you to say,

gentle act was gone. Her voice was cold and sharp

Was this really the same Violet she'd

shoved Gwyneth roughly.