The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 501

Otherwise, she would never have let Gwyneth go back.

But Violet waited and waited. She never saw Victoria, but instead, McNeil’s car pulled up.

He came alone, arriving at the spot Violet had specified. The moment he saw Gwyneth tied up with her hands behind her back, his expression turned icy cold.

“Let her go, Violet. You want money, fine—but don’t hurt the child.”

His tone was as detached as ever, as if he wasn’t here to negotiate but to issue an order.

Violet had never intended for McNeil to find out about this. She thought Victoria would never tell him—Victoria loved McNeil so much, how could she possibly want him to witness her at her worst?

Ever since she’d returned to Starfall City, Victoria had gone out of her way to prove her independence and capability in front of McNeil. But it was all an act. Compared to Violet, Victoria simply couldn’t hold a candle.

“McNeil, I never wanted to hurt Gwyneth. You know I’m fond of her.”

Seeing McNeil, Violet immediately slipped back into her usual pitiful persona.

As soon as Gwyneth saw her father, she burst into tears.

“Daddy, she’s a bad woman! She lied! She just said she was going to throw me outside and let the wild animals get me.”

This time, Gwyneth was no longer the naive little girl.

“Shut your mouth!” Violet snapped, furious. She should have gagged the child as well.

“Don’t listen to her, McNeil. She’s just a kid making things up—it’s not true.”

McNeil’s voice was cold. “I’m not blind or deaf. I can see for myself. Let her go. If it’s money you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Victoria had never intended to let Violet off the hook—turning her in was always part of the plan. Even if Violet had her daughter, it wouldn’t have given her the upper hand.

Violet’s face twisted with mockery, but her eyes shimmered with tears.

She untied Gwyneth on the spot and pushed her toward McNeil. Crying, Gwyneth ran straight into her father’s arms.

“Daddy!”

Violet’s gaze lingered on Gwyneth, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Victoria approaching.

She looked at McNeil, her whole body going numb.

“So Victoria’s here too. The two of you set me up, didn’t you?”

Now that Gwyneth was free and Victoria was here, there was no way McNeil would hand over the money.

In a flash, Violet yanked Gwyneth back and, with a fruit knife she’d hidden, lunged at her.

“If I can’t have happiness, neither can you! Victoria, if Gwyneth dies, it’s all your fault. I’d like to see how you crawl back to McNeil then. So what if you gave him a son? I’ll never let you two be together. I want your daughter dead!”