The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 211

Maynard stared at Mr. Langford in shock. The man's eyes had gone bloodshot, veins bulging across his forehead, barely holding himself together-rage simmered just beneath the surface.

Maynard froze. He was supposed to follow Mr. Langford into the building, but he couldn't move a muscle; he was rooted to the spot, paralyzed by the unfamiliar sight.

Almost half a minute passed in charged silence before Maynard's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen-Ms. Turner-and answered immediately.

"Yes, of course. I'll get Mr. Langford's approval and head over right away."

The sound of Maynard's calm, measured voice seemed to snap McNeil out of his frenzy.

Maynard was his personal assistant, and during work hours, the only person he'd dare pick up a call for was Victoria.

"What did Mrs. Langford want?" McNeil asked, for the first time ever showing interest in Maynard's conversations with Victoria. He even used the formal "Mrs. Langford" instead of just "her."

Maynard shot McNeil a surprised look, not used to hearing him refer to Victoria in such a formal way.

"Mrs. Langford—" The words felt strange in his mouth. McNeil had never called Victoria that before, and Maynard found it awkward just to say it.

"She asked me to stop by her place."

McNeil waited, expecting more.

McNeil's sudden use of "Mrs. Langford," and hesitated

with an expectant stare, leaving Maynard no choice

on.

to city hall and handle the filing for her...

fist straight through a car window. The glass exploded, shards flying everywhere, and blood welled from his knuckles.

had just finished having her foot bandaged. She politely declined Marcus's offer to drive her home, instead calling Yasmine to come pick her up. When introducing Yasmine, she

Little Max, seeing his uncle so dejected, couldn't help but whisper, "Uncle, I don't think Miss Fannie is interested in

muttered, rolling

family home, Maynard finally arrived. Only then did he

sat calmly in the living room, watching as Maynard pulled up in

greeted, a little more deferential than usual. His tone was tinged

he'd always seen her as just another one of McNeil's

met his eyes, her own expression

didn't mean to ignore his new, formal address-she assumed he was

Thanks for making the

it, eyeing her with curiosity. He couldn't resist asking,

get the agreement last time? Said he didn't have time to go to city hall for the divorce

nodded. "Yes, that's

have

then noticed the thick bandages wrapped around Victoria's foot. So Mrs. Langford was injured,