The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel 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…”

If Simms didn’t fall, she’d have no future.

Yulia exhaled a thin stream of smoke toward the ceiling. “Alright.”

Watching Violet’s young figure walk away, Yulia felt a mix of envy and bitterness. If only she were twenty years younger, she could still find a man to lean on. Now, all she could do was gamble on luck.

Simms was escorted out of Golden Era Enterprises in full view of his employees. He looked impeccable in his suit, calm and collected as always.

The business investigation officers, seeing his cooperation, didn’t make things difficult for him—not even a pair of handcuffs.

But once Simms was brought to the detention center, he faced multiple charges and was denied bail.

The first person to visit him was, surprisingly, Yulia.

“Here to see me at my lowest?” Simms sneered.

Since his arrest, only his lawyer had 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 and vanished as soon as she caught wind of his troubles. Rumor had it she was on the run now, too.

Yulia’s gaze was icy and distant.