The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 474

Gwyneth could hardly contain her excitement after getting McNeil's permission. "Mommy, Daddy said | can stay

here!"

She was still holding the phone, McNeil's call hadn't ended yet.

"Alright," Victoria replied, her voice flat. McNeil stayed on the line, listening, until the call finally ended.

Seated in the helicopter, he felt as if he'd turned to stone.

If Victoria had refused to keep Gwyneth, and Gwyneth had begged and cried, at least he'd have an excuse to

argue with Victoria—maybe even plead his case. But Victoria had becas emotionless as a machine, agreeing

to whatever he decided, no matter what it was.

McNeil pressed a hand to his chest, forcing down the bitter taste rising in his throat.

The bodyguard looked on, unsure what to do. Once McNeil had regained his composure, he spoke coolly: "Let's

go."

The helicopter landed on the rooftop of the Starfall City villa, just as a violent storm had swept past during the

night. He'd narrowly avoided the worst of it, but the moment he stepped out of the aircraft, sheets of rain began

to pour.

By the the entered the villa, he was drenched. Xenia, the housekeeper, was surprised to see him.

"Sir, letmake you sginger tea to warm you up," she offered immediately.

It was the dead of winter, and McNeil looked like a drowned ghost. He gave a faint nod and collapsed onto the

sofa, every movement mechanical, as if he were just going through the motions. He didn't even seem to realize

he should go upstairs, shower, and change out of his wet clothes.

Xenia returned with the ginger tea, only to find him still sitting there-soaked through, unmoving. She set the tea

down quietly, not daring to press him.

He'd left on such good terms with Miss Gwyneth, apparently heading out to find Mrs. Langford. Xenia had

thought the couple was finally reconciling, maybe even planning to settle down in Evermore City. But to her

shock, McNeil had returned alone, with no sign of Gwyneth.

Xenia immediately sensed something was terribly wrong.

McNeil stared at the steaming tea without touching it. The villa was silent-until a furious pounding erupted at the

front door, someone shouting his name.

"McNeil! Are you hor not? Cout and see me!"

He blinked, disoriented, half-convinced he was hearing things.

Xenia had heard it too. She frowned but made no move to answer.

But the knocking only grew louder, more insistent, the voice outside rising in desperation.

"What on earth is going on?" McNeil's voice was sharp. "Who dares make a scene at my house?"

Xenia hesitated, not sure what to do. McNeil's expression was dark, clearly expecting an answer.

"It's Miss Violet. She's been here several times."

When McNeil finally rose, Xenia's heart lodged in her throat. Was Mr. Langford

really going to see that woman again?

"Let her in," he said at last.

Sthings, he realized, he needed to settle himself.

Violet finally heard Xenia call her in. When she saw McNeil, her face was a complicated mess of emotions.

"You're back."

She'd been standing out in the pouring rain for over two hours. As she entered the living room, she was shivering

uncontrollably, lips nearly blue with cold.

McNeil regarded her with a distant, unrecognizing gaze, as if she were a stranger. The look chilled Violet more

than the rain.

"McNeil... I'm your wife... Why did you leavewithout a word? Do you have any idea how long I've waited for

you?"

He looked at her, and for the first time, something flickered in his eyes.

"You're not my wife."

He stood, water still dripping from his own clothes. There was a sharp, bitter glint in Violet's eyes.

"But we had a wedding! Everyone in Starfall City saw it. We're married in every way that matters."

For the first time, McNeil let out a cold laugh in front of Violet.

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McNeil ignored her. He pulled out his phone and dialed Maynard.

"Bring all the files you found to the villa. Now."

Violet had no idea who he was calling.

When Maynard arrived, McNeil had already changed into dry clothes and was sitting on the sofa, smoking a

cigarette with an air of calm detachment.

Maynard glanced briefly at Violet before crossing the room to McNeil. "Mr. Langford."

Without a word, McNeil tossed a folder onto the table in front of Violet.

"Explain to me—what's this about your supposed stomach cancer? | remember at

the wedding you toldyou had three months left to live."

It had been over half a year now, and Violet was not only alive but looked

healthier than ever.

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had never pressed Rar Cabo her

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