The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 461

Word of the incident still managed to slip out, though nobody could remember who first spread the news. The bigwigs who’d attended the wedding all knew Ms. Marchand’s reputation was less than spotless, so no one dared bring it up openly.

Everyone assumed Ms. Marchand would quietly leave Starfall City and start over somewhere far away. To their surprise, she stayed.

Then again, it made sense. Ms. Marchand was Yulia’s niece—if anything happened, Yulia would always be there to shield her.

Violet could feel the stares and whispers, the scrutiny prickling her skin. The discomfort settled deep in her chest.

“Yulia, this way, please.”

A staff member ushered her with deference into the executive elevator. Yulia, calm and composed, rode straight up to Simms’ office.

As luck would have it, Simms had just wrapped up a meeting and stepped into his office when his new secretary showed Yulia in. He nearly dropped his coffee cup in shock.

“Who gave you permission to come here? You’re not welcome. Get out.”

Simms despised people who clung and pestered, especially women.

Yulia met his glare, unflinching. “I’m not here to beg for reconciliation. I’m here for my daughter’s future. You want a son? I won’t stop you—I couldn’t even if I tried. You don’t want to marry me? Fine, I understand. But Violet is your daughter. You can’t just pretend she doesn’t exist.”

Simms snorted. “She’s useless. Wasting my time on her would accomplish nothing.”

Violet’s knuckles whitened as she clenched her fists, her face drained of color. “It was your plan that went wrong! Because of you, the old man had my uterus removed, and you let McNeil abandon me. And now you call me useless?”

Simms shot her a withering look. Instinctively, Violet took a step back.

Without McNeil to back her up anymore, Violet barely had it in her to talk back to Simms. She knew she was outmatched—a fallen star was nothing compared to even the most ordinary player.

“You really think a few doctored recordings will scare me?”

Yulia calmly produced another document—a DNA test result—and handed it over.

“Of course not. But your biological connection to Violet is genuine. This isn’t something you can fake. What do you think will happen if the shareholders find out you and Violet are truly father and daughter?”

That landed. Simms hadn’t expected Yulia to go for the jugular.

“You’re insane. What do you get out of this?”

“Nothing for me, but a world of trouble for you. Here’s my offer: agree to bring Violet into Golden Era Enterprises, and restore my position as secretary. Otherwise, I’ll deliver this DNA report straight to the shareholders. And I’m sure Victoria—still living here in Starfall City—doesn’t know she’s not your real daughter, does she?

I’ll make sure she sees this, and encourage her to get her own DNA test. If you’re no longer the Turner family’s son-in-law, what do you think the board will say? Will the shareholders still want you as the next chairman of Golden Era Enterprises?”