The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 987

The Sterling Estate

Maeve arrived at the house in the red Ferrari, accompanied by the two bodyguards. She instructed Layne's men to wait outside the gates. When the butler saw the unfamiliar car approach, he walked over to open the gate, but his gaze froze the second it landed on Maeve's face. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

She walked right up to him. "Is my dad home? Tell him I'm back."

"Miss... Maeve?"

The butler finally recognized her. Maeve let out a cold scoff.

"Drop the 'Miss' act. Didn't you all just call me Maeve before?"

The red Ferrari was obnoxiously flashy. Staff working in households like this were always shrewd, and the butler managed an awkward, forced laugh.

"A Miss is a Miss. Please wait in the sunroom, I'll go inform Mr. Sterling."

Maeve stepped into the grand foyer. The decor hadn't changed a bit in the two years she had been gone.

She completely ignored the butler's instruction to wait in the sunroom, marching straight up the stairs toward her old second-floor bedroom.

It had been two years. She wondered if they had kept her room exactly as she left it, preserving all her favorite things.

Even though Layne had showered her with expensive gifts over the last two years, she hadn't accepted them. Her ultimate goal wasn't Layne's wealth; it was Alastair's validation.

Just as she reached the landing, a girl draped in an elegant designer gown gracefully descended from the upper floor.

They crossed paths right in the middle of the staircase. When Maeve finally got a clear look at the girl's face, she couldn't believe her eyes.

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