The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 487

Maynard couldn’t quite figure out what Mr. Langford meant. He’d taken care to finish all his work days in advance, just to be free when Mrs. Turner returned to Starfall City. He’d even made sure to see her at the airport.

And yet, now that she was right here, Mr. Langford refused to greet her—or even offer to bring her back to the manor. That wasn’t like the Mr. Langford he knew at all.

“Yes, Mr. Langford,” Maynard replied, masking his confusion.

What a shame, he thought. They used to be such a perfect couple—how did it come to this?

It was the first time he’d seen Mrs. Turner show such steely resolve. Maybe all along, he’d misunderstood who she really was.

Victoria, meanwhile, was blissfully unaware that, the moment she stepped off the plane, a pair of watchful eyes had found her among the crowd.

After greeting Victoria, Ailie turned her attention to the twins, her face lighting up with delight.

The babies were plump and rosy-cheeked, as sweet-looking as little cream puffs.

“Enough, you can play with them later,” Victoria said, amused by the hungry look in Ailie’s eyes. “There are too many people here at the airport.”

“If you love kids so much,” she teased, “maybe it’s time to get married and have one of your own.”

Ailie rolled her eyes dramatically. “Can’t I just have the kid without the husband?”

Victoria couldn’t help but laugh.

Ailie spotted Gwyneth next. “Gwyn, you’ve grown so much!”

Gwyneth was dressed in a white sundress, her poise and bearing now reminiscent of Victoria’s own.

“Aunt Ailie, you’re getting prettier too! Mom said you’ve been promoted—now you’re a vice president? That’s amazing!”

Ailie blushed, a little embarrassed by the unexpected compliment.

She reached out to ruffle Gwyneth’s hair. “You’re the one who’s growing more beautiful every day. You look more and more like your mom.”

Yasmine stood nearby, smiling quietly without joining in the conversation. She kept her professional composure, speaking only when necessary, choosing her words with care.

Watching Ailie and Gwyneth praise each other, Yasmine realized it had been a while since she’d last seen Miss Gwyneth. The girl seemed changed.

The haughty airs of a spoiled heiress, the defiant tilt of her chin—those were all gone.

But it made sense, really.