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."

was hardly comforted. He'd cleared his lunch schedule for this, turning down a meeting with several major investors because McNeil had asked him to come. Now, finding only Violet here, he felt his time was being wasted,

on me today,"

he said, making it obvious he wasn't in the mood

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

delivered. Simms and Yulia had treated her like their own, giving her an allowance that would make most college students blush, and even buying her a villa of her own. At thirteen, her life had

a few of Simms' favorite dishes, but no one was really interested in

silence, "Did you have a falling out

immediately perked up, his expression sharpening

If you really want to help, maybe

set her utensils down and slumped back in her chair, her mood

of Victoria, Simms' already sour mood

"Aren't you both at the same company? You're vice president-she can't outshine you

that matter? I'll never be as good

eyes flicked to Simms, as if blaming

saying your issues with McNeil are because of Victoria?"

for years and no one in

isn't like other men. With his success, anyone else would have women lining up for attention, but

up what she'd overheard on the phone yesterday-the ugly truth that still stung. But maybe, she

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 cost