The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 955

"So, you're Connor."

Connor's expression turned lethal.

"You do know me, don't you? How? And why the hell did you kill my parents?"

Violet looked at him as if he were a joke, her eyes brimming with sheer contempt.

"After all these years, are you here to avenge them? I'm serving life. Even if you wanted to kill me, you couldn't lay a finger on me in here."

Her blatant admission proved Marcus hadn't lied. A savage ruthlessness crept into Connor's gaze.

"I don't need to kill you to get my revenge. I can make you wish you were dead."

The threat didn't faze Violet in the slightest. She threw her head back and laughed, a shrill, grating sound that bounced off the claustrophobic concrete walls. A guard struck the iron bars with a baton.

"Watch your behavior!" the guard barked.

Violet scoffed. "What are you going to do? Throw me in solitary?"

She muttered it under her breath, not daring to yell, but Connor caught every word. Time had ravaged her. Compared to Victoria's enduring grace, this woman was a wretched, hideous sight.

"You psychotic bitch! You deserve to rot in this cage forever! Death is too good for you, you ugly, evil hag!"

Connor unleashed every vicious curse he knew. If the guards hadn't been physically restraining him, he would have ripped her apart with his bare hands. But Violet just kept laughing from behind the bars, a maniacal cackle that echoed until the guards dragged her away.