The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 505

On the fifth day of McNeil's hospitalization, Violet was convicted of kidnapping, attempted murder, and solicitation of murder. The sentence was life imprisonment, effective immediately.

Meanwhile, Victoria left Evermore City and moved back to Starfall City. After all, Golden Era Enterprises was waiting for her to take over, and someone had to keep the company afloat. As for the Langfords, the patriarch himself made a trip to the Turner residence.

The old man knew there was no hope left for his grandson McNeil to take up the mantle-he couldn't keep propping him up for the family. So, he officially handed over the Langford family to Victoria.

"You may be divorced from McNeil," he told her, "but the agreement makes you the largest shareholder in The Langford Group. Don't even think of turning this down. Whether you want to keep the family independent or merge it with the Turners, that's your call. I'm too old to care, and frankly, I'm done caring."

Victoria was numb to the old man's way of throwing responsibilities at her-she knew she could never wriggle out of this.

She wasn't doing it for McNeil. But now, the Langfords were also Gwyneth's, Chris Langford's, and Celia's-her own children. How could she just walk away?

The patriarch knew this too. He was so eager to keep Victoria he was ready to let the Langford name become Turner-and if he could, Thorpe Langford would marry into her family himself just to keep her.

"I understand, Grandfather," Victoria sighed, resigned. There was no escaping this fate.

The old man, content as long as he had food and drink, had lost his grandson. His great-grandson was just a baby. Thank goodness he'd had the foresight to hand the family over to his capable granddaughter-in-law; now he could truly rest easy.

with a dramatic sigh, "but I'm half in the grave already. This

a show of dabbing at his eyes, then instructed his assistant to bring over nearly every document and asset the Langford family possessed. With the lawyer present,

it would be seen as unfilial. The old man coughed for emphasis, and even the housekeeper looked away, pitying Victoria. But Victoria just clenched her jaw. No wonder she hadn't shed

ignored her, dismissed her as a nobody, when she could sleep in as late as she liked, sip tea in the garden out of boredom, or window shop for designer handbags. No one knew her name, but at least, back then, she

let out

Victoria

mountaine

paperwork representing

billion-and felt the weight of it

in the safe. These things meant nothing to

now.

up. As soon as she saw

"Mommy."

her forehead slick

her back. "I'm here, sweetheart. Did you