The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 351 All McNeil wanted was to attend Violet's inauguration with a clear conscience.

Maybe he'd even stopped by earlier, made an appearance at the ceremony, then doubled back to Quantum Core Technologies to drop off that gold-plated contract —and, while he was at it, stage a little heartfelt scene.

But Victoria Turner wasn't falling for it anymore.

"Noted," she replied, her tone ice-cold, before hanging up.

"I was thinking Gwyn and I could celebrate your promotion tonight—” But before McNeil could finish, all he heard was the sharp click of a disconnected line.

He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to hurl his phone across the room. He'd already burned through several new models in just a few months.

Lovely. Ever since Victoria started working, not only had she grown a backbone, but she'd learned to bite the hand that fed her too.

She'd taken his gift and then turned on him without a second thought.

He'd given it too early.

He should never have handed it over in front of everyone, laying his heart bare just to save her sface.

If he'd known it would end like this, he'd have dragged her hfirst and given it to her over dinner when things were warm and private-at least then he might've gotten what he wanted.

But now? She took his present and gave him attitude.

"Mr. Langford......." His secretary's voice was a timid whisper beside him.

"What is it?" The words cout sharper than he intended, laced with frustration. The secretary shrank back, startled.

He held out a phone with trembling hands. "Ms. Marchand called. She said she couldn't reach you, so she ranginstead." McNeil shot him a murderous glare, stormed into the company car, and slammed the door behind him. He drove off alone, leaving the poor secretary standing outside, clutching the phone and shivering in the cold.

Violet's sweet, lilting voice kept coming through the speaker.

The secretary pressed the phone to his ear. "I'm sorry, Ms. Marchand. Mr. Langford is handling something urgent right now. Perhaps you could try him again later?" Violet stood amid the buzz and laughter of the office, a glass of sparkling wine in hand. The whole company was celebrating, but the real host-McNeil-was nowhere to be seen.

V&S Group might nher CEO, but everyone knew who truly held the reins: McNeil Langford. She didn't mind fighting his battles for him, but this was supposed to be her moment. They'd agreed to appear together at her inauguration, yet when Violet arrived, she found herself alone with the new staff.

Earlier, the secretary had let slip to the team that Mr. Langford would be attending. Everyone had craned their necks, eagerly awaiting his arrival. For the first time, McNeil left her stranded.

"What urgent business? Where on earth is McNeil?" she demanded.

The secretary hesitated, terrified. He'd just witnessed everything firsthand. If he told Ms. Marchand that Mr. Langford had been off showering the newly-promoted VP Turner with gifts and roses, he might as well dig his own grave.

"Well, Mr. Langford's secretary, still hanging around?" Ailie slipped outside, having noticed McNeil's abrupt exit during the festivities.

She wanted to see what ghe was playing now. Instead, she overheard every word the secretary said. Without hesitation, she snatched the phone from his hand. "Ms. Marchand, Mr. Langford was just off giving Victoria flowers and a ridiculously expensive emerald. Didn't he make it to your party?" She handed the phone back, leaving the secretary dumbfounded.

He barely registered what Ailie had said. As he raised the phone to his ear again, the line was already dead.

Ailie left, perfectly content. Even if McNeil raced to Violet's side now, she'd still make sure things stayed messy for the pair of them. Besides, she hadn't lied.

Who knew what had gotten into McNeil lately? Maybe he was scared Victoria would slip away, so he was trying to lure her back to work herself to the bone for the Langford family.

As Victoria's longtbest friend, Ailie had no interest in seeing the two reconcile. After all, these days, the god of wealth trumps the god of love.

If McNeil liked Violet so much, let him keep her as his workhorse.

That woman worked like a maniac anyway; she'd nearly run several companies into the ground with her reckless decisions.

Ailie smirked and headed back to the party, not planning to tell Victoria a word of what she'd just done.

Violet was shaking with anger.

The clueless executives lined up to offer their congratulations, completely oblivious to how furious she looked.

"This party's over. Everyone, get back to work." She'd reserved a restaurant for dinner, but now she had no appetite, and promptly canceled the whole thing.

Left alone in her chilly office, Violet gazed out the filling m windows at the bright lights of Starfall City. Across the city skyline stood McNeil's company, Vertex Dynamics.

She dialed his number again and again, refusing to believe he would ignore her.

On the fifth attempt, McNeil finally picked up.

"Aren't you supposed to be at a party right now? Must be nice to have so much free time," he said, sounding distracted; his mind was elsewhere-lost in thoughts of Victoria.

"It's over," Violet replied, voice tight.

now th "V&S Group was bought out; now that it's part of the Langford Group, of N maybe it's tfor a rebrand. What do you say to V&M Group? Think it has a nice ring to it?"