The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 409

Yasmine nearly lost her temper when she heard what Ailie said.

“Violet is a damn idiot! She’s such a… (insert a thousand expletives here, use your imagination).”

Ailie was cursing up a storm on the phone.

“Ms. Ailie, I know Ms. Turner’s temper. She’d never stoop to the level of a mangy dog. But I just can’t let this go. I was hoping you could help me out.”

Ailie was still fuming.

“Don’t be so formal, honey. If you have any brilliant ideas for making that wretched woman cry, just say the word. She’s getting married? Well, I’d be letting our Vicky down if I didn’t send Violet a wedding gift she’ll never forget…”

Yasmine and Ailie spent the next half hour plotting over the phone. It was late into the night before they finally hung up.

Meanwhile, Victoria, fast asleep, had no idea that in the time she’d been dreaming, two women were already conspiring to unleash chaos that would be impossible to contain.

Starfall City

Violet sat comfortably on the plush couch in Simms and Yulia Morris’s new home, sipping the rich coffee their housekeeper had brewed just for her.

She slid a thick contract across the coffee table toward Simms.

“Uncle, this is what you asked for. I spoke to McNeil, and he immediately had his assistant draw it up. If there’s anyone else you want to work with, as long as McNeil can make it happen, he’ll do his best for you.”

Simms handed the contract to Yulia. “Put this in the safe, would you? I have to say, Violet, you’re really quite capable. Far more competent than my own useless daughter.”

Even as he praised Violet, he couldn’t resist taking a jab at Victoria.

Yulia was overjoyed, while Simms tried to play it cool—though the flush in his cheeks gave him away.

“Really? McNeil proposed? When did this happen? Did he get you a ring? My God, Violet, this is huge news! Why are we only hearing about it now?”

Violet felt a twinge of awkwardness. The truth was, McNeil had never actually proposed.

Ever since he agreed to the wedding, she’d been handling everything herself—the guest list, the arrangements, all of it. When she showed McNeil the details, his only response was, “Whatever makes you happy.”

Of course, she wasn’t about to admit any of that to Simms and Yulia.

“McNeil doesn’t want the news getting out just yet. He’s worried the media will make a circus out of it. He wants it to be a surprise for everyone on the big day. Whatever he wants, I support. I always listen to him.”