The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 478

“You let your business partner use me like a plaything, Simms. You’re a monster.”

A few executives sat in the office; none of them had expected Violet to barge in at a time like this.

Simms’s good mood soured instantly as Violet stormed in. He shot up from his chair and, without thinking, slapped her hard across the face.

“Didn’t you see we’re in a meeting? You don’t even bother to knock. You’re just a department manager—who do you think you are?”

The other executives sensed trouble and, not wanting to overhear anything they shouldn’t, quickly got to their feet. As they left, they each cast a glance at Violet.

Ha—

There’d always been rumors about Ms. Marchand. Some said she was Mrs. Langford, others claimed she was Mr. Miller’s daughter. But what kind of father would send his own daughter to someone else’s bed? Clearly, Violet Marchand had no powerful backer after all.

And she definitely wasn’t Mr. Miller’s daughter.

Violet collapsed to the floor, unable to get up for a long moment.

“Don’t think I don’t know all the little tricks you and your whore of a mother have played. I’m the one who took you in and gave you a job here. What, you think you’re some kind of heiress?”

Blood beaded at the corner of Violet’s mouth, the pain making her brow crease in agony.

“You sold me for twenty million. Are you even human? I’m your daughter! If I’m not an heiress, then who is—Victoria?”

Violet’s voice trembled on the edge of hysteria.

Simms grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up only to hurl her onto the sofa; she tumbled off, crashing back to the floor, her head spinning from the blow.

“Are you delusional? You really think sleeping with someone gets you a twenty-million-dollar contract? Who do you think you are?”

Simms settled back into his leather chair, taking out a cigar and lighting it with deliberate calm.