The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 45

After finishing her call with Ailie, Victoria’s phone started ringing again—this time, it was McNeil.

She had no idea what he wanted at this hour. Ignoring the incessant buzz, she sat at her desk, updating her résumé. Eventually, the ringtone fell silent, replaced moments later by a text notification. Once she finished editing, she picked up her phone and glanced at the screen.

“I’ll pick Gwyn up from school this afternoon.”

In other words, she didn’t need to go.

Victoria remembered Curtis mentioning some celebration at the K Bar for McNeil’s reconciliation with his new flame—who else could it be but Violet?

Even in her dreams, Gwyneth called out for Violet, so of course McNeil would bring his daughter along to the evening get-together with his friends.

That was fine by her. She already had plans with Ailie, and now, freed from school pick-up duty, she could do as she pleased.

A knock at the door interrupted her train of thought. Victoria closed her laptop as Yulia entered, carrying a delicate tea set and a small tray of pastries.

“Ms. Turner, you’ve been cooped up in here for hours and barely touched your lunch. I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you some tea and snacks. I made everything myself—please, try some.”

The tray held artfully arranged cakes and a fine bone china cup of black tea. The sweet aroma was tempting, but Victoria had no appetite.

“You’re still here?” she asked coolly, making no effort to hide her irritation.

Yulia smiled, unruffled and composed. “Mr. Miller hired me, Ms. Turner. Unless he dismisses me, I’ll be staying.”

Simms had said the Turner family looked down on everyone, and now Yulia saw it firsthand—Victoria was as haughty and dismissive as her reputation suggested.

“Understood,” Yulia replied, biting back her frustration.

She knew Simms had told her that Victoria held a twenty-five percent stake in The Turner Group, and once she turned twenty-six, those shares would be legally hers. Simms had been scheming for years to convince her to hand them over. After Victoria married into the Langford family and their influence grew, Simms assumed she’d lose interest in her family’s company. He never expected her to come back fighting.

Under Victoria’s watchful gaze, Yulia retreated from the room, pausing only to quietly close the door behind her.

She wouldn’t dare cross Victoria—not now. In fact, not even Simms would risk a confrontation with her at this point.