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."

their scornful laughter aimed at Violet-the

slept all night. She waited anxiously until dawn, but still couldn't reach McNeil. With a

before answering. An arm snaked around her

Victoria couldn't make out who was on the other end as McNeil tipped her chin up, guiding

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

finally summoned the strength to push him

I'm on the phone!"

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

She'd never expected

down here, and once we're divorced, I'll

first thing in the morning,

red with fatigue and frustration, fingertips digging into her phone case until

that manipulative witch. Always a

freed from McNeil's grip, Victoria brought the phone to her

Victoria had deleted Violet's number,

demanding. "Where's McNeil? Put

gone. "Wrong number," she replied

Without hesitation, she blocked

undeterred, pressed for answers. "Who was