The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 356

Victoria sat with a calm composure, her striking dark eyes betraying nothing.

She understood exactly what McNeil meant—he’d been threatening her ever since they boarded the plane.

Once upon a time, the Turner family’s wealth could rival royalty, but after her grandfather’s death, everything crumbled. Helping McNeil had been as much for herself as for him.

The reason Victoria had risked everything to push McNeil into the CEO position at The Langford Group was simple: she hoped, in return, he could help her wrest back control of the Turner family from Simms Miller.

But now, looking back, the idea felt almost laughable.

“McNeil, do you really think all I care about is a life of luxury?”

She’d never cared for that fleeting, illusory wealth. She’d been born into privilege, a debutante with a silver spoon, the darling of high society.

But with the Turner family’s downfall, she’d seen the true, ugly faces of those who once called themselves family.

And now Violet was back.

McNeil’s relentless, self-serving ambition left her cold. It had finally taught her the hard truth: relying on others was a fool’s game.

McNeil smirked. “I know I married a capable woman—not some pampered princess obsessed with champagne galas.”

When Victoria ignored him, he simply reached over and took her hand. She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding.

“We’re about to meet your dear brother,” McNeil went on. “It’s been ages—aren’t you the least bit curious? What do you think he’ll make of seeing the two of us together? Will he remember how fickle you can be, or how you never could make up your mind? Did you tell him we’re already filing for divorce? The moment the papers are signed, what’s the plan? Run off and get married? The V&S Group—that was his gift to you, wasn’t it? Too bad he’s with The Langford Group now.”

Victoria had no interest in his endless monologue. She met every word with silence.

McNeil scoffed. “I already gave your brother a heads-up that you’d be coming today. Didn’t he mention it?”

Stein hadn’t called to ask about any of this—because, frankly, there was no need.

If not for this contract signing between McNeil and Stein, she probably wouldn’t have found the time to visit her brother in Evermore City at all.

Maybe, in a twisted way, she ought to thank McNeil for dragging her along.

With three hours left to Evermore City, Victoria sat beside McNeil, unwilling to say another word. Instead, she closed her eyes and let herself drift into a light nap.

When she opened her eyes again, someone had draped a thin blanket over her. McNeil sat beside her, eyes closed, breathing steady and deep.

He really was good-looking, with long, dark lashes casting shadows on his cheeks each time he exhaled. His tailored white shirt hugged a body sculpted by years of training—masculine, strong, and undeniably commanding.

Back then, it was that very charm that drew Victoria to him at first sight. Even knowing he loved someone else, even during their worst arguments, she’d seized the moment and married him.

She’d known he didn’t love her—maybe he only wanted her for her connections and skills—but still, she’d gone all in.