The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 463

“Every company assigns positions based on merit, Violet. Just because you’re my daughter doesn’t mean you’ll get any special treatment. You need to earn everything yourself. And another thing—”

Simms’s tone was icy. “I don’t want anyone to know we’re related. It’s not the right time for that information to be public.”

Yulia felt humiliated, but she knew she couldn’t argue with Simms. If he wouldn’t even allow Violet to stay at Golden Era Enterprises, she would have no leverage over him in the future.

She was getting older, with no real skills to support herself, and the years she’d spent as Simms’s secretary had done nothing to improve her abilities.

All her energy had gone into pleasing Simms, trying to secure her place by his side.

And she’d been plotting with him for years, trying to help Violet become Mrs. Langford.

Without Simms, her days of living comfortably as a wealthy wife would be over.

She would never choose to burn all bridges with him. There was only one option left—

“Of course I can do it on my own,” Violet snapped. “Even when I was dating McNeil, I never asked for his help.”

Violet was even more indignant than Yulia.

She’d built a massive following as a racing star both at home and abroad, and her business skills were widely recognized.

But the car accident had left her with a serious back injury—she would never return to the track.

Sometimes Violet couldn’t help but think fate was cruel.

Victoria had been born with everything handed to her, while she’d fought for every scrap—only to have it all snatched away.

“Fine. You can report to HR tomorrow. You were head of PR before, you’ll continue in that role now.”

Violet stared at him in disbelief. “PR?”

The department that required endless schmoozing and after-hours drinks—she’d assumed Simms would at least place her in investments or R&D.

She’d spent plenty of time involved in technical development, after all.

“That’s right. You take after your mother, and I believe you can lead the team in PR just fine. For Golden Era Enterprises, cash flow is king.

For now, they still had someplace to go.

“Mom, did you hear what Dad just said?”

Violet’s cheeks flushed with anger.

PR manager—aside from handling the occasional crisis, the job was all about chasing clients and cultivating contacts.

Let’s be honest: how was that any different from being a high-class escort?

Simms hadn’t even bothered to hide his intentions. He might as well have just told her to sell herself.

And she was his own daughter.

“I heard. Just bear with it a little longer.”

Long enough for me to figure out how to kill him, Yulia thought grimly.