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.

at its best, she'd spent most days at home; for formal occasions, she wore evening dresses, and during her one

in

into leaving too. Not that any of 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,

of keys and handed them to Hawthorne. "I've kept this house ready

pick out a place she liked. But for the Langfords, finding a house was never a problem, and there was no rush. Besides, it would be nice if Gwyneth could spend a little more time with her family before he

had given them a house, Victoria quietly slipped

of keys back into her purse, then presented Hawthorne with

"Gwyn loves cars-especially riding

said. "Here are the keys to ten of the. world's top supercars. If

want to start

the type to go joyriding or race cars, and Victoria was

the keys without a