The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 362

The call ended with a sharp click. At the front desk, the two receptionists

exchanged glances, the one who had just answered rolling her eyes so hard they nearly disappeared into her head.

"What was that about?" her coworker asked, curiosity piqued.

"Oh, you'll love this-some clueless girl just called, insisting she's Mr. Langford's girlfriend. But get this—she doesn't even have his number! Can you believe it?"

The other receptionist snorted. "That can't be right. Wasn't Mr. Langford's girlfriend the one who checked in with him last night?"

"Exactly! Long legs, flawless skin, gorgeous face. I saw them come in-he was absolutely doting on her, practically couldn't take his eyes off the woman. And you know what? She barely gave him the time of day."

"Yeah, she had him wrapped around her little finger. There's no way he has another girlfriend."

The first receptionist smirked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, come on, are you really surprised? Mr. Langford is rich, handsome, the whole package. Women throw themselves at men like him every day. If he walked in solo, I wouldn't mind if he noticed me." She giggled, tossing her hair.

"My guess is, some desperate girl from out of town is freaking out because she can't get in touch with him. With all that money, a guy like Mr. Langford probably has a home in every city. No way he's settling for just one woman."

As she spoke, she pulled out her compact, carefully touching up her eyebrows with practiced precision. "Some women get it in their heads that a few nights with a man like that make them special. Please. Everyone's chasing a ticket to the high life these days, but they don't bother looking in the mirror first."

aimed at Violet-the woman who

couldn't reach McNeil. With a sigh of frustration,

barely registered who was calling before answering. An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back

McNeil's voice was husky with sleep. Victoria couldn't make out who was on the other end as McNeil tipped her chin up, guiding her

Her phone, already unlocked and on the call, slipped from her fingers as McNeil, perhaps

Victoria finally summoned the strength

on the

other guy? Osborn's in Evermore City too, isn't he? Has he been in

at him, dumbfounded. She'd never expected such childish jealousy

settle down here, and once we're divorced, I'll find my next great love." McNeil leaned in, voice low and dangerous. "Victoria, care

the couple's bickering-so intimate, so familiar―filtered through her phone. Even first thing in the morning, their affection was

and frustration, fingertips digging into her phone case until her new manicure

that manipulative witch. Always

grip, Victoria brought the phone to her ear. "Hello? Who

Quantum Core Technologies, Victoria had deleted Violet's number, so she didn't recognize the

was sharp, demanding. "Where's McNeil? Put him

her patience gone. "Wrong number," she replied curtly, and

she blocked Violet's

for