The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 63

Someone in the crowd spoke up.

“Mr. Langford from the Langford Group just arrived.”

Instantly, everyone’s attention shifted away from Simms. Yulia took Victoria’s arm and gently steered her aside.

Seizing the opportunity, Simms slipped away as well, making his way toward McNeil.

“Victoria, are you out of your mind?” Yulia hissed, relieved she’d stopped Victoria from causing any more of a scene.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Victoria replied absently, her gaze fixed on the entrance.

McNeil had arrived with his latest flame, but there was no sign of Gwyneth at his side.

High society parties were little more than shark tanks, and the Langford family’s influence in Starfall City had been unrivaled in recent years. Young as he was, McNeil had already topped the city’s rich list—everyone was eager to curry favor with him.

Yulia blocked Victoria’s path. “Are you even listening to me?”

Victoria barely heard her. She was watching McNeil and the woman beside him—Violet—who wore a striking red evening gown that hugged her curves and emphasized her flawless features.

People in the crowd were already whispering.

“That must be Mr. Langford’s childhood sweetheart. He really dotes on her.”

“Did you see her dress? That’s a Givenchy couture piece from the spring collection. Price tag in the millions, and it’s one of a kind. Money alone can’t buy it.”

“Mr. Langford clearly adores Ms. Marchand. Look at us—same gender, and we can’t even get a guy to buy us coffee, while Violet’s dress is worth more than our apartments.”

“Comparisons are brutal, aren’t they?”

“I heard Thorpe even gave up his own surgery to save her. She’s got everyone wrapped around her finger.”

Victoria ignored their chatter, her eyes scanning past Violet and McNeil, searching for her daughter. But Gwyneth was nowhere to be seen.