The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 496

Emily coughed up a mouthful of blood, sending Victoria into a panic.

She snatched up her phone and dialed emergency services, getting Emily to the hospital as fast as she could.

As they loaded Emily into the ambulance, Victoria caught sight of police officers cordoning off the scene and covering a body with a white sheet. Emily lay on the stretcher, still conscious, her expression oddly cheerful.

“Vicky, is that monster finally dead?”

She had waited for this day for so long. Victoria nodded. “Yes.”

The medical examiner would soon confirm the truth, but for now, Victoria had more pressing matters to handle.

She immediately called Yasmine.

“Once the coroner confirms Simms’ death, arrange for immediate cremation. No delays.”

She clutched her phone tightly, her eyes resolute.

Emily squeezed her hand, her gaze burning with hatred.

“Vicky, he deserved far worse. He should have been dragged out and humiliated in front of everyone. Cremating him so quickly is letting him off too easy.”

Victoria shook her head with a faint, cold smile. “You don’t understand, Aunt Emily.”

She knew Violet and Yulia would seize on this opportunity to make their move, but she would never let them get their way.

Golden Era Enterprises belonged to the Turner family. No one outside the Turners would ever get their hands on it.

Victoria asked Yasmine to take Emily back to the Turner estate.

She herself had to deal with the aftermath.

Meanwhile, Violet and her daughter Yulia showed up at Golden Era Enterprises brandishing a paternity test.

Unfortunately for them, Victoria arrived before they did.

“We’re deeply saddened by Mr. Miller’s passing. My condolences,” Victoria said to the board.

With her own twenty-five percent share of Golden Era Enterprises, plus another ten percent that had belonged to Simms, Victoria now held the largest stake in the company.

Seated at the head of the boardroom table, she took Simms’ place as the new chairwoman of Golden Era Enterprises.

Everything had fallen perfectly into place—Victoria had reclaimed the company for the Turner family with barely any effort.

She was about to address the board when the doors burst open.

“Victoria has no right to be chairwoman! She’s not even Simms’ real daughter. We are Mr. Miller’s true family!” Yulia shouted.

She waved the paternity report high above her head.

“And what proof do you have that it isn’t?” Victoria shot back. “If you were really my father’s daughter, don’t you think someone would have heard about it by now? Ms. Marchand, you’ve been at Golden Era Enterprises for over a month—did my father ever show you any special treatment?”

The shareholders burst out laughing, openly mocking Violet.

Everyone knew what Simms had made Violet do—how she’d been sent out to schmooze clients, and how far she’d gone to please them. Even if she could prove she was Simms’ daughter, it was clear Simms had never intended to acknowledge her.

Violet’s face turned dark. Yulia tried to argue, but her voice was weak.

“Say what you want, the paternity test is real.”

“Then prove it,” Victoria replied.

Just then, her phone rang—the funeral home, calling to let her know Simms’ ashes were ready for collection.

“I already said, you have a paternity test.”

Victoria rose from her seat as security entered the boardroom.

“Escort them out,” she instructed.

Violet and Yulia were livid.

“Victoria, you have nothing to do with Simms. If you don’t believe us, take his hair and yours for a paternity test. Then everyone will see the truth.”