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.

use of "Mrs. Langford," and hesitated to

expectant stare, leaving Maynard no choice but to

on.

city hall and handle the filing for her...

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

Marcus's offer to drive her home, instead calling Yasmine to come pick

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

muttered, rolling his

home, Maynard finally arrived. Only then did he realize

in the living room, watching as Maynard pulled up in a sleek

than usual.

never been disrespectful to Victoria before, but he'd always seen her as

eyes,

assumed he was just used to calling Violet by

copies of the agreement. Thanks for making the trip," she said, handing him

couldn't resist asking,

smiled. "Didn't he ask me to get the agreement last time? Said he

"Yes, that's

I don't have

thick bandages wrapped around Victoria's foot. So Mrs. Langford