The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 362

The call ended with a sharp click. At the front desk, the two receptionists exchanged glances, the one who had just answered rolling her eyes so hard they nearly disappeared into her head.

“What was that about?” her coworker asked, curiosity piqued.

“Oh, you’ll love this—some clueless girl just called, insisting she’s Mr. Langford’s girlfriend. But get this—she doesn’t even have his number! Can you believe it?”

The other receptionist snorted. “That can’t be right. Wasn’t Mr. Langford’s girlfriend the one who checked in with him last night?”

“Exactly! Long legs, flawless skin, gorgeous face. I saw them come in—he was absolutely doting on her, practically couldn’t take his eyes off the woman. And you know what? She barely gave him the time of day.”

“Yeah, she had him wrapped around her little finger. There’s no way he has another girlfriend.”

The first receptionist smirked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, come on, are you really surprised? Mr. Langford is rich, handsome, the whole package. Women throw themselves at men like him every day. If he walked in solo, I wouldn’t mind if he noticed me.” She giggled, tossing her hair.

“My guess is, some desperate girl from out of town is freaking out because she can’t get in touch with him. With all that money, a guy like Mr. Langford probably has a home in every city. No way he’s settling for just one woman.”

As she spoke, she pulled out her compact, carefully touching up her eyebrows with practiced precision. “Some women get it in their heads that a few nights with a man like that make them special. Please. Everyone’s chasing a ticket to the high life these days, but they don’t bother looking in the mirror first.”

They giggled, their scornful laughter aimed at Violet—the woman who had just called in desperation.

Violet hadn’t slept all night. She waited anxiously until dawn, but still couldn’t reach McNeil. With a sigh of frustration, she dialed Victoria’s number instead.

Half-asleep, Victoria barely registered who was calling before answering. An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back into a warm embrace.

“Who are you calling at this hour?” McNeil’s voice was husky with sleep. Victoria couldn’t make out who was on the other end as McNeil tipped her chin up, guiding her face toward his.

Before she could react, McNeil’s lips captured hers in a sudden, lingering kiss. Her phone, already unlocked and on the call, slipped from her fingers as McNeil, perhaps deliberately, kept her from answering, deepening the kiss.

After several breathless minutes, Victoria finally summoned the strength to push him away.

“McNeil, are you crazy? I’m on the phone!” she snapped, exasperated.

He just smirked. “Who’s calling? Is it Stein, or some other guy? Osborn’s in Evermore City too, isn’t he? Has he been in touch?”

Victoria stared at him, dumbfounded. She’d never expected such childish jealousy from McNeil.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she retorted sarcastically. “I’m not going back with you. I’m going to settle down here, and once we’re divorced, I’ll find my next great love.”

McNeil leaned in, voice low and dangerous. “Victoria, care to repeat that?”