The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 351

All McNeil wanted was to attend Violet’s inauguration with a clear conscience.

Maybe he’d even stopped by earlier, made an appearance at the ceremony, then doubled back to Quantum Core Technologies to drop off that gold-plated contract—and, while he was at it, stage a little heartfelt scene.

But Victoria Turner wasn’t falling for it anymore.

“Noted,” she replied, her tone ice-cold, before hanging up.

“I was thinking Gwyn and I could celebrate your promotion tonight—”

But before McNeil could finish, all he heard was the sharp click of a disconnected line.

He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to hurl his phone across the room. He’d already burned through several new models in just a few months.

Lovely. Ever since Victoria started working, not only had she grown a backbone, but she’d learned to bite the hand that fed her too.

She’d taken his gift and then turned on him without a second thought.

He’d given it too early.

He should never have handed it over in front of everyone, laying his heart bare just to save her some face.

If he’d known it would end like this, he’d have dragged her home first and given it to her over dinner when things were warm and private—at least then he might’ve gotten what he wanted.

But now? She took his present and gave him attitude.

“Mr. Langford…” His secretary’s voice was a timid whisper beside him.

“What is it?” The words came out sharper than he intended, laced with frustration. The secretary shrank back, startled.

He held out a phone with trembling hands. “Ms. Marchand called. She said she couldn’t reach you, so she rang me instead.”

McNeil shot him a murderous glare, stormed into the company car, and slammed the door behind him. He drove off alone, leaving the poor secretary standing outside, clutching the phone and shivering in the cold.

Violet’s sweet, lilting voice kept coming through the speaker.

The secretary pressed the phone to his ear. “I’m sorry, Ms. Marchand. Mr. Langford is handling something urgent right now. Perhaps you could try him again later?”

Violet stood amid the buzz and laughter of the office, a glass of sparkling wine in hand. The whole company was celebrating, but the real host—McNeil—was nowhere to be seen.

V&S Group might name her CEO, but everyone knew who truly held the reins: McNeil Langford. She didn’t mind fighting his battles for him, but this was supposed to be her moment. They’d agreed to appear together at her inauguration, yet when Violet arrived, she found herself alone with the new staff.

Earlier, the secretary had let slip to the team that Mr. Langford would be attending.

Everyone had craned their necks, eagerly awaiting his arrival. For the first time, McNeil left her stranded.