The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 209

Violet offered a polite, apologetic smile and hurried after McNeil, slipping into his sleek black sedan under the watchful eyes of his security team.

McNeil said nothing for the entire ride. Violet could sense the tension radiating from him, but she couldn't grasp what had set him off.

Was it possible he'd discovered she wasn't really Vivian?

But that seemed unlikely. McNeil had never once questioned her about the connection between herself and the name Vivian. Maybe he was simply jealous that one of her fans had shown up so unexpectedly.

After all, her male fans far outnumbered her female ones, and the bouquet she'd just received had come from a man.

Violet glanced at the flowers resting beside her. They were beautiful, but she knew she'd have someone dispose of them as soon as possible.

McNeil dropped Violet and Gwyneth off at Number Three, Winding Peak Lane, then turned to head back to the office. Violet considered inviting him to stay for dinner, but he cut her off with a curt, "No need," before striding away without a backward glance.

He climbed into the car, and as the driver pulled away, McNeil felt a chill crawl up his spine.

Years of experience had sharpened his instincts, and right now they told him that Mr. Langford was in an exceptionally foul mood.

McNeil gripped his phone, thumb pressing hard against the screen. After a few seconds' hesitation, he finally made a call.

"Look into Mrs.—I mean, look into Victoria. I want a full report on her life before she married me."

Maynard, on the other end, paused in surprise, thinking he must have misheard.

He was the only person in the company who knew McNeil was married—and that his wife was Victoria. Whenever Victoria needed something, she called Maynard; if McNeil needed to find his wife but didn't want to handle it himself, Maynard dealt with it.