The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 462

Simms stared at Yulia, his usual composure gone, replaced by impatience and a trace of menace in his eyes.

“If you insist on pushing things that far—”

Yulia cut him off before he could finish.

“If I really do push things that far, no one will come out of this looking good. Don't forget, you have blood on your hands—I know everything you've done.

I brought Violet here today not to ask for luxury or power. I just want us to survive.

We’re not asking for your wealth, nor do we expect you to hand everything over to us. But Violet is your daughter, and I’ve stood by you for decades. The least you can do is make sure we don’t end up out on the street, becoming the laughingstock of the city.

And if word gets out, your reputation as President Miller is going to take a serious hit. I don’t have any other demands. You and I both know exactly what Violet is capable of.

Give her a position at Golden Era Enterprises—a decent role, with a good salary. That way, I can have some security in my old age. That’s all I’m asking.”

This was Yulia’s way of buying time. No matter how clever she was, she couldn’t outmaneuver someone as cunning as Simms. But Simms knew perfectly well what she was up to.

Still, as Yulia had pointed out, she was holding all the cards right now—and who knew what other evidence she might have tucked away? If he tried to turn on them now, it might backfire badly. The best move, at least for the moment, was to keep them on his side.

“Let’s talk this through,” Simms said, forcing a smile. “You just want a job for Violet? That’s not a problem. She was a vice president at Quantum Core Technologies, after all. Coming to our company as a department manager is more than reasonable.”

Violet could hardly believe what she was hearing. Was her father really offering her nothing more than a mid-level manager’s post?

No matter where she went, she got the same answer, making her wonder if they’d all coordinated their responses in advance.

At the bigger firms, no one even bothered to read her résumé. Every application she sent vanished without a trace, as if she were invisible.

At this point, her only options were to go crawling back to Simms or start her own business from scratch.

But she barely had enough money to open a tiny café, let alone a company—and she simply didn’t have the credentials.

For the first time, Violet regretted burning her bridges with McNeil so completely. She wished she’d listened to her mother instead of showing her hand to Victoria so soon. Victoria had always acted humble and accommodating, never letting anything slip.

It never occurred to Violet that, behind that façade, Victoria would be the one to pull the rug out from under her—and that she might never recover from it.