The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 487

Maynard couldn't quite figure out what Mr. Langford meant. He'd taken care to finish all his work days in advance, just to be free when Mrs. Turner returned to Starfall City. He'd even made sure to see her at the airport.

And yet, now that she was right here, Mr. Langford refused to greet her or even offer to bring her back to the manor. That wasn't like the Mr. Langford he knew at

all.

"Yes, Mr. Langford," Maynard replied, masking his confusion.

What a shame, he thought. They used to be such a perfect couple-how did it come to this?

It was the first time he'd seen Mrs. Turner show such steely resolve. Maybe all along, he'd misunderstood who she really was.

Victoria, meanwhile, was blissfully unaware that, the moment she stepped off the plane, a pair of watchful eyes had found her among the crowd.

After greeting Victoria, Ailie turned her attention to the twins, her face lighting up with delight.

The babies were plump and rosy-cheeked, as sweet-looking as little cream puffs.

"Enough, you can play with them later," Victoria said, amused by the hungry look in Ailie's eyes. "There are too many people here at the airport."

"If you love kids so much," she teased, "maybe it's time to get married and have one of your own."

Ailie rolled her eyes dramatically. "Can't I just have the kid without the husband?"

Victoria couldn't help but laugh.

"Gwyn, you've

sundress, her poise

getting prettier too! Mom said you've been promoted-now you're a vice president?

embarrassed by

to ruffle Gwyneth's hair. "You're the one who's growing more beautiful every day. You

kept her professional composure, speaking only when necessary, choosing her words

had been a while since she'd last seen

a spoiled heiress, the defiant

made

from Gwyneth's background could pretty much do as she pleased. Everyone

Evermore City

There, money alone wasn't

were plenty of people with wealth and power, and many who kept their influence well hidden.

Watching Ms. Turner and the three children together, Yasmine thought-with the exception

close to perfect as things could

than she had in years. Back in Starfall City, she'd always seemed so unhappy, her expression clouded or ready to snap at

Gwyneth hadn't wanted to come home. Ms. Turner had lived like

things were different.

Victoria's phone

hadn't gone out of her way

time? How about

"You're well-informed, as