The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 301

Thorpe fixed his gaze on Victoria Turner. "Has someone been mistreating you? Or are we starving you at home? Since when is it your place to be out working in public?"

He turned, his eyes sharp on McNeil Langford. "What's really going on here?"

These two were getting more and more out of line.

"What position does Victoria even hold at the company? Surely the Langford family doesn't need its eldest daughter-in-law personally running the show. If things have come to that, then her husband clearly isn't up to the job."

Thorpe knew full well that his grandson had relied on his wife every step of the way.

So when the Langford Group took off, old Mr. Langford had made it crystal clear: his grandson was to put his wife first, above all else.

Now, hearing Victoria was going off to work, Thorpe found it absurd and had no idea what sort of drama the young couple was up to this time.

Victoria's answer was calm and measured. "It's not the Langford Group. It's a new tech startup. I just don't want to sit around at home doing nothing all day-it's got nothing to do with McNeil."

She offered a casual excuse, hoping to brush him off, but Thorpe wasn't that easy to fool. His temper flared immediately.

"Nonsense! You're the eldest daughter-in-law of the Langford family. How could you go work at someone else's company? I've been telling you two to have another child-give yourselves something to focus on so you stop coming up with these ideas."

Victoria stayed silent, and McNeil didn't bother explaining.

The two of them just sat there, cold and distant, and the more Thorpe watched, the more off things seemed. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

They'd arrived hand in hand, looking like the perfect couple. Thorpe assumed Victoria was just sulking over some spat.

swear to you, as long as I'm alive, you'll always be

unmoved. “Grandpa, I'm going to

her act out like this? Is she still hung up about Violet

plaything, fine by me. But you'd better make sure

never liked Violet. No matter where she came from, he didn't think she

letting it smolder in

another kid. Gwyn's

it. Victoria didn't even want to share a bed with him anymore. If anyone thought they could get between them, they'd have to

time, he didn't even know where his next meal was coming from. How was he supposed to get

wasn't up to him anyway, and honestly, he only enjoyed the

ever since she was born. If

"Bullshit. Utter nonsense."

got angry, his words

in a son-in-law to carry on the family name? Haven't you seen how Victoria's heartless father

of his grandson ending up with nothing made his

you expect me to do? You handed Victoria fifty percent of the Langford Group, and she still didn't bite. Lucky for me she didn't— otherwise, if we had a second kid, you'd just have me stuck at home playing househusband while you transfer the whole company over

being serious. I don't care what it takes-sweet talk, bribery, even if you have to force her just give me a great-grandchild,

his cigarette ash. "Aren't you worried I'll end up in jail if I

nearly an hour before he finally

housekeeper had prepared a spotless guest room for the

want to stay, but making a scene would only draw more suspicion from Thorpe,

mother sleep with her, and

she bathed in Gwyneth's bathroom, then made up a bedtime story to

idea how long she'd been