The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 220

Maynard froze for a moment when he got the call-Mrs. Langford needed the car?

He hurriedly left the office and drove to the Langford family's suburban estate. Xenia greeted him at the door and let him in.

Without wasting a second, Maynard headed straight to the garage, only to find himself hesitating at the rows of luxury cars.

This was the first time Mrs. Langford had ever asked him to drive her anywhere. She always drove herself before, but Maynard had seen the news-her Ferrari had been in an accident. Since then, she hadn't touched it.

He scanned the glittering lineup, deliberating. In the end, his gaze landed on the gold Rolls-Royce Ghost. After all, Mr. Langford had publicly acknowledged her status. She couldn't show up at The Langford Group in anything less than impressive, and Maynard certainly didn't dare take any chances.

Downstairs at Quantum Core Technologies, people were already whispering and craning their necks, wondering what kind of scene Victoria would cause this time.

But when Maynard pulled up in that gold Ghost, stepped out, and opened the back door with the poise of a consummate English butler-bowing ever so slightly to shield her head with his hand-everyone fell silent. "Ma'am, your car is ready," he said with impeccable courtesy.

Ailie. "Is this lady a friend of yours,

a grin that was almost uncontrollable-she

glee. "Yes, I'm a friend of

car, waving cheekily at Violet. "See you, Ms. Marchand.

as McNeil watched from his own vehicle, he saw Maynard pull up right in front of her. Maynard, for his part,

were a dime a dozen, but what truly stunned them was the license plate: a

much money you had. Only the most powerful people in the city-maybe just a handful could get their hands on one. According to rumor, there weren't more than

everyone looked unsettled. Victoria's background seemed even more mysterious—and now it was clear she had her own chauffeur, a strikingly handsome

this really Victoria's usual ride? And the way the chauffeur addressed her as "ma'am" made Curtis deeply uncomfortable. Hadn't Ailie said Victoria was getting

McNeil's private assistant, Maynard was in charge of confidential matters and business between McNeil and Victoria. McNeil never brought

was the only outsider who

know Violet,