The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 171

When Nash first heard Violet’s voice as they worked, he found himself completely captivated—utterly entranced, even.

Men like them had met their share of impressive women. As senior managers, they attended plenty of business functions, brushing shoulders with powerful, beautiful women who made their mark in the corporate world.

But someone like Ms. Marchand? She was in a league of her own.

Watching her—so focused, yet gentle—Nash felt his heart skip a beat. George, standing nearby, couldn’t help but tease him.

“Who wouldn’t feel that way? Still, guys like us can’t even dream about it. Mr. Langford’s always at Ms. Marchand’s side, watching her like a hawk. Forget about managers like you or me—even those rich kids from high society wouldn’t get close to her.”

With that, George shattered Nash’s daydream.

“Some things are just too far out of reach. Not even worth dreaming about.”

As Violet climbed into the car, she brushed past Victoria.

“Don’t go playing hero when you don’t know what you’re doing,” she said quietly. “When you’ve got people in the car, guessing isn’t good enough. If something goes wrong, who’s going to take responsibility?”

With that, Violet followed McNeil back into the RV.

Victoria trailed behind, exhaling in relief.

That was close—

McNeil tested the car, found nothing wrong, and started driving as usual.

Somehow, the drive up the mountain had felt endless, but the three hours down seemed to fly by.

When they pulled up at Quantum Core Technologies, McNeil called his driver to swap cars, instructing him to take the vehicle to the shop for a thorough check—just in case.

Victoria got ready to head back to the office with Curtis.

But McNeil turned to her, his tone sharp and cold. “I didn’t realize you knew this car so well.”

Before Victoria could respond, McNeil had already ushered Violet into another car, driving off without a backward glance.

It wasn’t until Victoria was back at her own desk at Quantum Core Technologies that she realized her palms were sweaty from clutching her bag so tightly.