The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 348

Violet hurried after him, catching up just as McNeil was about to get into the car.

She leaned in, lips poised for a kiss.

Victoria was already seated inside, glancing their way, but McNeil deftly turned aside, skillfully dodging Violet’s attempt.

Violet’s face flushed with awkwardness, but she still reached out, straightening the lapel of his coat.

“It’s freezing out here. Look at you, not even bothering to button up properly.”

She made a show of intimacy, as if to put on a display for anyone watching—by all appearances, they were a couple in the throes of romance.

Curtis pretended not to notice the scene unfolding between McNeil and Violet; his attention was fixed on Victoria’s reaction instead.

Victoria, however, simply rolled up the back window without a word. Paul, sitting in the driver’s seat, let out an impatient huff.

“C’mon, man, hurry up!”

Then he called over his shoulder to the back, “Victoria, better buckle up. My driving’s not exactly award-winning.”

McNeil took Violet’s hand gently, then let go. His face grew cold.

“This isn’t the time or place,” he said quietly.

A flicker of hurt crossed Violet’s eyes. “You were fine with Curtis driving me home today—did I complain? Now you won’t even let me in the car. You never used to treat me like this. Victoria, she—”

McNeil stepped back, putting distance between them. “It’s late. Curtis will see you home. You’re not a child anymore; take care of yourself.”

With that, he slipped into the back seat. Curtis, meanwhile, was still mulling over what he’d just heard.

Had he misheard, or did Paul just call Victoria “sis-in-law”?

Could it be…?

Was McNeil’s wife here too? The way he acted around Violet definitely felt different now.

So he was deliberately keeping his distance.

Curtis sank into thought, squinting at McNeil’s car as it pulled away. But the tinted windows made it impossible to see what was happening inside.

The business car eased into traffic and disappeared, leaving Violet standing on the curb.

Curtis tapped his horn, snapping her out of her daze.

“Need a ride?” he called.

Violet sniffled, her eyes rimmed red. “Would you mind?”

“Hop in,” Curtis replied, and she climbed into his car.

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The next day, word spread like wildfire through the office—Victoria was about to be promoted to Vice President.

She hadn’t expected the news to travel so fast. Meanwhile, Violet didn’t even show up at Quantum Core Technologies; instead, she sent someone to pack up her things from her office and have them shipped to V&S Group.