The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 581

Even Celia, who'd been unimpressed at first, couldn't help but widen her eyes- the fabrics and dresses were just too exquisite. She found herself unable to look away.

"So shallow," she muttered under her breath. "A few nice things, and everyone's completely won over."

Hawthorne gave a nod for the staff to open the remaining boxes, but Chris had already lost interest. He was worried that Hawthorne would pull out something even more dazzling to make the women—and his great-grandfather-lose their heads and start siding with him.

"These are my personal treasures, along with silks from the south-each with a heritage stretching back centuries," Hawthorne explained. “I doubt anything less would pass muster with you, Mrs. Langford, or with you, Grandfather. Do these meet your standards?"

He knew that if he wanted to impress Victoria and Thorpe, he'd have to put in real effort. He was confident these gifts would do the trick.

"Oh, yes of course they do!" Thorpe grinned so widely that the wrinkles on his face had all but disappeared; a fly could've gotten stuck between the folds.

When her figure had been at its best, she'd spent most days at home; for formal occasions, she wore evening dresses, and during her one year of work,

more mature styles in darker colors-meant for someone Victoria's age. Hawthorne had obviously picked

this impressed her—at least, that's what she told herself. But her gaze kept drifting back to those dresses. God, they were stunning. Starfall City had boutiques too, but they couldn't hold a candle to

handed them to Hawthorne. "I've kept this house ready for Gwyn all these years, just waiting for the right person. It's yours

her pick out a place she liked. But for the Langfords, finding a house was never a problem, and there

them a house, Victoria quietly slipped her

into her purse, then presented

"Gwyn loves cars-especially riding

to ten of the. world's top supercars. If you're not used to driving

to

and southern upbringing, didn't seem the type to go joyriding or race cars, and Victoria was a little concerned.

took the keys without a