The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 19

Langford Mansion

In the study, the tea sitting on the desk had long since gone cold.

The old man paced back and forth, hands clasped behind his back, wearing a path into the slate floor.

Finally, McNeil arrived. Normally striking, his face was drawn with exhaustion, deep shadows pooling beneath his eyes.

He hadn’t slept properly in days.

A porcelain teacup clattered to the floor near McNeil’s feet, spilling tea everywhere.

“Where is she? The news is all over the place—saying Victoria’s dead. Is that really her in the morgue?”

The old man’s reaction to the news wasn’t shock or grief, but barely contained rage.

McNeil looked as tired as he felt, but there was no sadness in his expression.

“No,” he answered flatly.

He’d gone straight to the police to identify the body. Of course, it wasn’t Victoria.

The Victoria he knew would never be so foolish—stranded in a snowstorm, car out of gas and broken down, just waiting passively for death.

“So, where is she? I don’t care what it takes, you find her. Do you realize Victoria holds fifty percent of our family’s shares? If she vanishes and decides to come back swinging, you, me—everyone in the Langford family is finished.”

The old man had spent his life navigating the cutthroat world of business, priding himself on reading people. But Victoria had proven him wrong.

Then again, a woman who’d lost the person she loved most—who knew what she might do?

McNeil’s eyes burned red. The moment he’d heard the news, all he’d been able to think about was whether Victoria was still alive.

Could fifty percent of the family’s shares ever be worth more than Victoria’s life?

“And that girl, Violet—you should send her away as soon as possible. The Langford family’s done more than enough for her. I’ve played along for your sake, helped save her life, put on a show for long enough. She’s alive now, and that’s enough.