The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 363

“Here’s to a smooth partnership, McNeil. This is the last time I’m entrusting Vicky to you. If you ever let her down, I’ll take her away myself.”

A shadow flickered in McNeil’s eyes.

Their handshake was firm, almost aggressive—neither man willing to be the first to let go. The tension was thick in the air until someone entered and gave a polite nod. “General.”

Stein and McNeil released each other’s hands at once.

“I’ll leave you to it.”

McNeil took Victoria’s hand, and Stein gave her a brief nod of farewell.

Knowing Stein had business to attend to, Victoria excused herself without protest.

At the entrance, Stein’s car was already waiting for them.

“Mr. Langford, where to?” the driver asked.

“The airport,” McNeil replied coolly.

Victoria looked at him, puzzled.

“I booked us tickets back to Starfall City,” McNeil explained. “We’re done here—no reason to stay any longer.”

Victoria had hoped to find a chance to visit Stein’s home and see Jimmy Campbell, but McNeil was moving faster than she’d anticipated.

“I still have things at the hotel,” she protested.

After several days there, she’d left clothes to be laundered, never thinking she’d be heading home so suddenly.

“Buy new ones,” McNeil said, not bothering to look at her.

“If you’re missing anything, or if there’s something you want, just let me know. Maynard can arrange it.”

Victoria’s expression darkened.

She pulled out her phone and sent Stein a message:

“Sorry, big brother—leaving without saying goodbye again. I’m heading home.”

Just like last time. Always coming and going in a rush.

Stein seemed to have expected it.

“Safe travels. Call me when you get home.”

Knowing he wasn’t upset eased her guilt.

That afternoon, McNeil made sure they had the plane to themselves, flying back to Starfall City in private—just the two of them.

At the airport, a car was already waiting, arranged by McNeil, of course.

As soon as the door opened, Violet stepped out.

“McNeil…”

She was immaculate in her designer suit, exuding confidence as she stood beside the car.

“Ms. Turner, thank you for keeping McNeil company these past few days,” Violet said, her smile polite and brittle. “Would you like a ride with us?”

Victoria kept her face neutral. “No, thank you. Someone’s picking me up.”

Behind them, as Yasmine drove off with Victoria and McNeil, Violet was left standing at the curb, her anger barely contained.

The driver glanced at her nervously. “Ms. Marchand…?”

He’d come all this way for nothing.

Violet took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with fury.

“Take me back to the office.”

V&S Group.

Violet strode into her office, tossing her coat aside as she went. Without breaking stride, she swept every expensive ornament from her desk, sending them crashing to the floor.

Her new assistant, nervously carrying a freshly brewed cup of coffee, walked in at exactly the wrong moment.

“Ms.—Ms. Marchand, I brought your coffee…”

The assistant had only just started at V&S and had heard the stories—Ms. Marchand was a force to be reckoned with, a powerhouse who’d risen on her own merits without relying on her successful boyfriend. She was an inspiration to women throughout the company.

The assistant never imagined her very first day would coincide with her boss’s worst mood.

Violet fixed her with a cold stare, the rich aroma of the spilt coffee filling the office.

“Who told you to come in without my say-so? Is this your first day? Don’t you know the rules? Did I ask for coffee? Who told you to take the initiative?”

She slapped the cup from the assistant’s hand. Scalding coffee splashed across the girl’s skin, making her yelp in pain.

“Get out. Next time, don’t play the hero unless I ask you. I can’t stand brown-nosers who can’t stick to their job…”