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.

sudden use of "Mrs.

an expectant stare, leaving Maynard no choice but to

on.

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

lost it. Down on the street, he smashed his fist straight through a car window. The glass exploded, shards flying everywhere, and blood welled from his knuckles. The scene was almost grotesque in

drive her home, instead calling Yasmine to come pick her up. When introducing Yasmine, she simply referred to her as her younger

so dejected, couldn't help but whisper, "Uncle, I don't think Miss

Marcus muttered,

he realize that Mrs. Langford had

Maynard's car roll in. Victoria sat calmly in the living room, watching as Maynard pulled up in

usual. His tone was tinged with

to Victoria before, but he'd always seen her as just another

eyes, her own

new, formal address-she assumed he was just used to calling Violet

Thanks for making the trip," she said, handing him a

with curiosity. He couldn't resist

he ask me to get the agreement last time? Said he didn't have time to

nodded. "Yes,

I don't have time now

wrapped around Victoria's foot. So