The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 309

Simms wore the smug expression of a man used to getting his way, and he’d gone out of his way to make sure Yulia looked every bit the society lady—her elegant outfit and expensive jewelry the perfect complement to his own image.

As soon as they appeared at the restaurant entrance, the manager hurried over to greet them.

“Good afternoon, sir. Do you have a reservation?”

Simms replied coolly, “The private room under Mr. Langford’s name.”

The manager hesitated, frowning in confusion. “Mr. Langford? Which Mr. Langford?”

Yulia linked arms with Simms and interjected with a gentle smile, “I know where Violet is. Let’s go.”

Simms’ face darkened with irritation. This manager clearly didn’t know his place. Simms made a mental note to speak to the restaurant owner—someone would be looking for a new job soon.

Yulia led Simms gracefully into the private dining room. Inside, only Violet sat waiting.

“McNeil isn’t here yet?” Simms asked, scanning the room.

Violet’s face fell immediately, but Yulia was quick to smooth things over. “Violet rarely has time to bring us together for a meal. Mr. Langford’s busy, and if he couldn’t make it, that’s fine. There’ll be plenty of chances.”

Simms was hardly comforted. He’d cleared his lunch schedule for this, turning down a meeting with several major investors because McNeil had asked him to come. Now, finding only Violet here, he felt his time was being wasted, and it showed plainly on his face.

“Order whatever you like, both of you. Lunch is on me today,” Violet offered politely, trying to lift the mood.

Simms kept his tone cold. “Let your aunt do the ordering,” he said, making it obvious he wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

Violet didn’t take offense. In truth, she was feeling low herself, and had invited Yulia and Simms only because she had no one else to turn to. Her own parents were far away in a tiny, forgotten town—uneducated, never fitting in with her world. She’d moved to Starfall City in middle school, sent by her parents to live with her aunt and uncle, who promised her better prospects.

And they’d delivered. Simms and Yulia had treated her like their own, giving her an allowance that would make most college students blush, and even buying her a villa of her own. At thirteen, her life had changed overnight—from a country girl in hand-me-downs to a socialite with the world at her feet.

Now, Violet had all but forgotten her roots. She ordered a few of Simms’ favorite dishes, but no one was really interested in eating. Simms checked his watch repeatedly, his impatience growing more obvious by the minute. Violet barely noticed.

Yulia broke the silence, “Did you have a falling out with Mr. Langford?”

Simms immediately perked up, his expression sharpening as he studied Violet. “You two argued?”

Violet stabbed her fork into her cake, crumbling it without realizing. “No, Uncle. If you really want to help, maybe you should pay more attention to Victoria.”