The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 107

Langford Mansion was in utter chaos.

Madonna wrapped her arms protectively around McNeil, shielding him from the old man's whip.

"Dad, the Langford family only has this one heir. Are you trying to beat him to death? If he dies, the Langford name really ends here."

But Thorpe was far from finished. He waved the heavy leather whip at his grandson, voice thundering.

"With a disgrace like him, I'd rather have no heirs at all. You think Victoria is so easy for you to control? She's just been tolerant-don't fool yourself."

Thorpe Langford had weathered decades in business. He trusted his own judgment about people, and his glare left no room for argument.

Tears streaked down Madonna's face as she pleaded, "Dad, Victoria isn't all that special. Even if you want to protect her, you can't keep beating McNeil like this. And honestly, I think Violet is a wonderful girl. She even has some history with the CEO of Golden Era Holdings-surely that's better than the ruined Turner family."

If she hadn't been his daughter, Thorpe might have lashed out at Madonna too.

"Golden Era Holdings? Do you even know who Richard Simms is? He's Victoria's father! Golden Era Holdings used to be Turner Group, and Victoria owns nearly a quarter of the company's stock-more than Simms himself. You don't know a damn thing."

silent,

tossed the whip

finger at McNeil, still breathing hard. "Let

hadn't backed you.

McNeil returned to the house he shared with Victoria, burning with fever. Xenia, their housekeeper, panicked

some water. Instead of something warm, he went straight to the fridge for a glass

peeked into his room.

should I call Ms. Marchand for

after the recent explosive argument with his wife that had driven her out of the house. Even now, young Gwyneth was still staying

the old family home what had happened that Thorpe had whipped him after learning

After a moment, it made sense: he must care deeply for

and out of consciousness,

"Victoria-"

her name over and over.

hearing things. Was he really calling

pressed a hand

up-his fever was dangerously