The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 276

Violet couldn't help but feel a secret thrill inside.

McNeil had been almost absurdly attentive to her, and she followed him toward the front gate.

Sure enough, a crowd had gathered outside Marcus's villa.

As soon as Violet stepped out, a storm of cameras erupted—reporters and paparazzi raising their long lenses, snapping away at her and McNeil as if their lives depended on it.

"Ms. Marchand, look over here!"

"Ms. Marchand, you look stunning today!"

"Ms. Marchand, I love you! I want to give you everything I have!"

Someone in the crowd boldly shouted their love for Violet, right in front of McNeil.

More admirers followed suit, tossing bouquets over the fence, gifts of all sizes raining down into Marcus's garden.

It was tulip season, and Marcus's garden was overflowing with rare and beautiful blooms. Now, those treasured flowers were being battered and crushed beneath the avalanche of presents.

"Thank you, everyone, for your affection," Violet called out, her smile gentle but firm. "But this is private property, so I have to ask you all to head home."

"Ms. Marchand, when will we see you back on the F1 circuit? We'd do anything to see justice for what happened to you in that crash!"

"That's right! There are people online pretending to be you, using your name for all sorts of scams!"

What was supposed to be a quiet weekend gathering with McNeil's friends had turned into a full-blown fan convention.

Whenever Violet went out with McNeil, she always dressed to impress. In moments like these, she was every bit the movie star—radiant and dazzling.

"Thank you for your concern," she replied graciously. "You can see for yourselves I'm standing here perfectly fine. The accident didn't leave any lasting damage. As for people impersonating me online, I don't plan to make a fuss about it. The truth speaks for itself."

Violet stood poised just inside the villa, as close to the fans as possible, tall and graceful, exuding effortless charm.

She answered every question with patience and warmth, her sincerity only fueling her fans' fervor. Some especially enthusiastic admirers even looked ready to climb the fence into Marcus's yard.

Sensing things were spiraling out of control, McNeil called his security team for backup.

"They've gone too far, we need to get inside," he said, shielding Violet. Every time she made a public appearance, chaos seemed to follow—and McNeil was growing weary of it.

"I'm sorry, McNeil. I had no idea they'd manage to track us down here," Violet apologized, genuinely distressed by the trouble she'd caused.

McNeil glanced at Marcus's trampled flowerbeds and ruined greenery, his expression darkening. "Let's get inside. Don't come out again."

If Violet stayed any longer, Marcus was going to need a full garden renovation.