The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 309

Simms wore the smug expression of a man used to getting his way, and he'd gone out of his way to make sure Yulia looked every bit the society lady-her elegant outfit and expensive jewelry the perfect complement to his own image.

As soon as they appeared at the restaurant entrance, the manager hurried over to greet them.

"Good afternoon, sir. Do you have a reservation?"

Simms replied coolly, "The private room under Mr. Langford's name."

The manager hesitated, frowning in confusion. "Mr. Langford? Which Mr. Langford?"

Yulia linked arms with Simms and interjected with a gentle smile, "I know where Violet is. Let's go."

Simms' face darkened with irritation. This manager clearly didn't know his place. Simms made a mental note to speak to the restaurant owner-someone would be looking for a new job soon.

Yulia led Simms gracefully into the private dining room. Inside, only Violet sat waiting.

"McNeil isn't here yet?" Simms asked, scanning the room.

Violet's face fell immediately, but Yulia was quick to smooth things over. "Violet rarely has time to bring us together for a meal. Mr. Langford's busy, and if he couldn't make it, that's fine. There'll be plenty of chances."

McNeil had asked him to come. Now, finding only Violet here, he felt his

is on me today," Violet offered politely, trying to lift the

aunt do the ordering," he said, making it obvious he wasn't in the mood

offense. In truth, she was feeling low herself, and had invited Yulia and Simms only because she had no one else to turn to. Her own parents were far away in a tiny, forgotten town-uneducated, never fitting in with her world. She'd moved to Starfall City in middle school, sent by her parents to live with her aunt and

an allowance that would make most college students blush, and even buying her a villa of her own. At thirteen, her life had changed overnight from a country girl in

one was really interested in eating. Simms checked his watch repeatedly, his impatience growing more

silence, "Did you have a falling

immediately perked up, his expression sharpening as he studied

fork into her cake, crumbling it without realizing. "No, Uncle. If you really

utensils down and slumped

already sour mood

the same company? You're vice president-she can't outshine you

bitter laugh. "And what does that matter? I'll never be as good at

to Simms,

McNeil are because of

no one in Starfall City even knows she's Mrs. Langford. Everyone knows you," Simms

all a misunderstanding. Mr. Langford isn't like other men. With his success, anyone else would

She'd almost brought up what she'd overheard on the phone yesterday-the ugly truth that still stung. But maybe, she thought, McNeil was just being considerate of her health, choosing to

was nothing. If McNeil still refused to acknowledge her as his wife, what did she have to compete with? Even if McNeil did sleep with Victoria, wasn't it just a man's way of letting off steam? And at least the woman at home didn't