The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 211

Maynard stared at Mr. Langford in shock. The man's eyes had gone bloodshot, veins bulging across his forehead, barely holding himself together—rage simmered just beneath the surface.

Maynard froze. He was supposed to follow Mr. Langford into the building, but he couldn't move a muscle; he was rooted to the spot, paralyzed by the unfamiliar sight.

Almost half a minute passed in charged silence before Maynard's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—Ms. Turner—and answered immediately.

"Yes, of course. I'll get Mr. Langford's approval and head over right away."

The sound of Maynard's calm, measured voice seemed to snap McNeil out of his frenzy.

Maynard was his personal assistant, and during work hours, the only person he'd dare pick up a call for was Victoria.

"What did Mrs. Langford want?" McNeil asked, for the first time ever showing interest in Maynard's conversations with Victoria. He even used the formal "Mrs. Langford" instead of just "her."

Maynard shot McNeil a surprised look, not used to hearing him refer to Victoria in such a formal way.

"Mrs. Langford—" The words felt strange in his mouth. McNeil had never called Victoria that before, and Maynard found it awkward just to say it.

"She asked me to stop by her place."

McNeil waited, expecting more.

Maynard faltered, thrown off by McNeil's sudden use of "Mrs. Langford," and hesitated to continue.

McNeil fixed him with an expectant stare, leaving Maynard no choice but to press on.

"She wants me to take the divorce papers to city hall and handle the filing for her… She said she's too busy to go herself."

In the next instant, McNeil lost it. Down on the street, he smashed his fist straight through a car window. The glass exploded, shards flying everywhere, and blood welled from his knuckles. The scene was almost grotesque in its violence.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Victoria had just finished having her foot bandaged. She politely declined Marcus's offer to drive her home, instead calling Yasmine to come pick her up. When introducing Yasmine, she simply referred to her as her younger sister.

Marcus looked crestfallen. Little Max, seeing his uncle so dejected, couldn't help but whisper, "Uncle, I don't think Miss Fannie is interested in you."

"Quiet, you," Marcus muttered, rolling his eyes.

Later, at the Turner family home, Maynard finally arrived. Only then did he realize that Mrs. Langford had already moved out of Mr. Langford's mansion.

Haley opened the gate and let Maynard's car roll in. Victoria sat calmly in the living room, watching as Maynard pulled up in a sleek black Maybach—instead of McNeil's usual company car.