The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 461

Word of the incident still managed to slip out, though nobody could remember who first spread the news. The bigwigs who’d attended the wedding all knew Ms. Marchand’s reputation was less than spotless, so no one dared bring it up openly.

Everyone assumed Ms. Marchand would quietly leave Starfall City and start over somewhere far away. To their surprise, she stayed.

Then again, it made sense. Ms. Marchand was Yulia’s niece—if anything happened, Yulia would always be there to shield her.

Violet could feel the stares and whispers, the scrutiny prickling her skin. The discomfort settled deep in her chest.

“Yulia, this way, please.”

A staff member ushered her with deference into the executive elevator. Yulia, calm and composed, rode straight up to Simms’ office.

As luck would have it, Simms had just wrapped up a meeting and stepped into his office when his new secretary showed Yulia in. He nearly dropped his coffee cup in shock.

“Who gave you permission to come here? You’re not welcome. Get out.”

Simms despised people who clung and pestered, especially women.

Yulia met his glare, unflinching. “I’m not here to beg for reconciliation. I’m here for my daughter’s future. You want a son? I won’t stop you—I couldn’t even if I tried. You don’t want to marry me? Fine, I understand. But Violet is your daughter. You can’t just pretend she doesn’t exist.”

Simms snorted. “She’s useless. Wasting my time on her would accomplish nothing.”

Violet’s knuckles whitened as she clenched her fists, her face drained of color. “It was your plan that went wrong! Because of you, the old man had my uterus removed, and you let McNeil abandon me. And now you call me useless?”

Simms shot her a withering look. Instinctively, Violet took a step back.

Without McNeil to back her up anymore, Violet barely had it in her to talk back to Simms. She knew she was outmatched—a fallen star was nothing compared to even the most ordinary player.