The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 32

Violet’s cheeks flushed a faint pink, making her look a little shy.

“Can I help you?” she asked quietly.

With that, she’d basically admitted who she was. The group of young men in front of her nearly lost their minds with excitement. One of them immediately tore off his sports jacket and, grabbing a pen from a nearby waiter, thrust it toward Violet. “You really are Violet Marchand! I can’t believe my luck, running into you here. Could I—could I get your autograph?”

Having Violet’s signature on his jacket was something he’d be able to brag about for years.

Violet glanced over at McNeil, her eyes silently asking for his opinion.

He gave her a subtle nod.

So Violet quickly scrawled a string of English letters—“Vivian”—across the boy’s jacket.

The moment she finished, the boy just stared at the name, dumbfounded.

“You’re… Vivian?” he stammered.

Vivian—the brilliant mechanical engineer with a mysterious identity, known only by her code name, never seen in public—was actually Violet.

Vivian is Violet!!!

No wonder. It all made sense now.

“Oh my god…”

As soon as the group realized she was Vivian, they surged forward, nearly jostling each other in their eagerness to get her autograph.

Violet kept her composure, smiling patiently as she signed for each of them.

“All right, that’s enough for now. This is private time,” she said kindly but firmly after a while.

The crowd was growing thicker by the minute, and Gwyneth had been pushed right out of her seat. McNeil, finally fed up, stepped in.

He called over the restaurant’s security to restore order, worried that someone might get hurt in the chaos. Then he pulled out his phone to summon his own security detail, just in case.

Upstairs, Victoria watched the commotion below with a cool, detached gaze. The boys chanting “Vivian!” as if they were running on pure adrenaline made her lips curve in a faint, wry smile.

She’d just spent half an hour talking with Johnny, and they’d reached an agreement about her marriage situation. Glancing at her watch, Victoria stood to leave.

Johnny peered down at the swelling crowd below and blocked her path gently. “Let’s take the staff exit,” he suggested. “No idea what’s happening down there, but it looks packed.”