Yulia didn’t dare contact Simms—not when Simms still had no idea Violet had been taken away.
The fiasco at the wedding had been humiliating on an epic scale. The city’s elite, feeling their reputations tainted just by attending Violet and McNeil’s wedding, had gone so far as to buy the media silence. Not a single whisper about what happened was allowed to leak.
So right now, Simms was still in the dark about Violet’s disappearance.
“Give me McNeil’s phone number,” Yulia demanded.
Unless she found McNeil and forced him to make Victoria drop the charges, there was no way Violet would escape prison.
She never imagined that the spoiled heiress she once dismissed would prove so ruthless—destroying someone’s life without even getting her hands dirty.
Violet had stumbled right into her trap, and she hadn’t even seen it coming.
Maynard looked startled. “Ms. Marchand has Mr. Langford’s number. Why not just ask her for it? I’m Mr. Langford’s executive assistant. I can’t give out his number without his approval. I’m sorry.”
The refusal was polite, but it made Yulia tremble with anger.
She’d already tried the police station, but they wouldn’t even allow her a visit—let alone let her ask Violet for McNeil’s number.
With Simms off the table, Yulia had no choice but to leave Vertex Dynamics empty-handed.
Meanwhile, Violet was stuck in a holding cell, desperate for Yulia to come to her rescue, completely unaware that Yulia was every bit as helpless.
Evermore City
The next morning, at six sharp, the doorbell rang, rousing the household before dawn. The maid who opened the door found Ms. Turner’s ex-husband standing on the step.
She only recognized him thanks to a tip from Miss Yasmine: “That’s her ex.”
“Where’s your mistress?” McNeil asked.
Behind him stood three bodyguards, each lugging giant shopping bags filled with groceries. The men looked exhausted. They’d spent two hours trailing McNeil through the market, and they were out of breath.
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