The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 36

McNeil didn’t dare delay the old man’s business. Grabbing his jacket, he shrugged it on as he hurried out the door.

“Get some rest,” he said over his shoulder.

Violet bit down so hard her teeth hurt, nearly chewing her lip raw from the inside.

That morning, Victoria had dropped Gwyneth off at school, then settled in the study with her laptop, sorting through emails once again.

Of the fifty job applications she’d sent out, barely a handful had received any reply.

She’d studied fluid mechanics overseas, then spent several years as a mechanical engineer after returning home. There were plenty of times she’d led her team in the pit, repairing race cars so mangled they looked beyond saving.

Back then, Victoria hadn’t even turned twenty, but her reputation outside the circuit was already bordering on legendary.

She’d also taken extra courses in finance and business administration at university, and before she’d even graduated, her investment account was already stacked with stocks worth millions.

But if she included all that on her résumé now, most people would probably think she was making it up.

So she’d stuck to listing her undergraduate degree from home and hoped for the best.

She refreshed her inbox. Still nothing.

Just as she was about to start rewriting her résumé, McNeil’s name flashed on her phone.

She figured Violet must have passed on the update about Gwyneth, so she answered right away.

“Granddad wants us back at the family house tonight,” McNeil told her. “You and Gwyn should get ready.”

Victoria listened, weighing her options.

The old man probably wanted her back because of the scene she’d made before leaving for Evermore City. When Madonna had called, Victoria suspected the old man was behind that too—he just wasn’t the type to confront her directly.

“McNeil, there’s a contract being sent to your office this afternoon—the same agreement I showed you before. If you have time, sign it. I’ll go with you to the family house tonight.”