The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 64

In everyone’s eyes, Violet held an unshakable position at both Quantum Core Technologies and The Langford Group.

For the moment, she was the center of attention. People scrambled to flatter her, eager to curry favor.

Victoria watched the crowd for a long time, ultimately abandoning the idea of forcing her way over to speak with McNeil.

As long as McNeil stood at Violet’s side, the two of them drew every gaze in the room. Word soon spread about Violet’s impressive credentials—a master’s in finance from Northriver University. Behind closed doors, there was only envy and resignation: some people really were just born under a luckier star.

Her own abilities aside, Violet had the backing of two CEOs from publicly traded companies. It was obvious that her future would be nothing but bright.

Victoria turned away, melting quietly into an unobtrusive corner.

Meanwhile, McNeil slipped out of the crowd unnoticed, just as his phone buzzed. Xenia, the housekeeper, was calling to say that Gwyneth was at home, in tears and begging to go out.

He frowned instinctively. “Where’s Victoria? Isn’t she home?”

Xenia was never one to meddle in her employers’ affairs, but she was always honest.

“Ma’am hasn’t come home yet.”

A wave of annoyance washed over McNeil. Victoria was becoming more and more unreasonable. At this hour, what was she still doing out?

Didn’t she realize she had a family? That she was a mother?

He started dialing Victoria’s number. At that moment, Victoria was already preparing to leave the ballroom. She was tired, and since she hadn’t seen Gwyneth at the event, she figured she might as well go back to McNeil’s place to check on her.

As soon as Victoria answered, McNeil’s voice came through—sharp and accusatory. “Where are you? Xenia says you’re not home.”

Standing on the second floor, Victoria looked down at McNeil, phone in hand, her expression cool.

“I had something to take care of.”

McNeil’s irritation was obvious. “Busy? You spend all day at home living in luxury, sheltered from the world. What could possibly be more important than taking care of your own daughter?”

A mocking smile touched Victoria’s lips. “McNeil, I’m not your shadow.”