The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 238

Violet smiled at McNeil. "Let's go. Mr. Brown felt awkward calling directly, so he reached out to the admin office instead."

McNeil just gave a quiet "Alright," and left the office alongside Violet.

Victoria waited in the lounge for almost half an hour before she finally saw Maynard approaching. When she noticed he was alone, she knew she wouldn't be seeing McNeil today.

"Ma'am, Mr. Langford has an important meeting right now. I'm afraid he won't be available."

He hadn't passed the task to McNeil's secretary. As McNeil's personal assistant, Maynard was always the one to handle anything involving Victoria. McNeil would never let anyone else manage their interactions.

Maynard was the only one in the entire company who knew the true relationship between McNeil and Victoria. Imagine asking the admin staff to relay a message to her—how could they possibly handle it normally?

Even if it was strictly business, Maynard still felt it was inappropriate. This conversation would have to wait until Mr. Langford was free to speak with her in person.

Victoria gave a polite smile. "Understood."

Next time McNeil tried to arrange a meeting with her, it wouldn't be so easy.

She had barely stepped out of Vertex Dynamics when her phone began to ring—McNeil's name flashing on the screen. Victoria hesitated for a moment, considering whether to answer. After a few seconds, she finally swiped to accept the call.

"Wait for me at home tonight—"

"…"

Victoria frowned, not quite sure what he meant. Was he expecting her to go to his place after a contract negotiation at the office?

"Pick up Gwyn."

If McNeil had asked for anything else, she would have turned him down without a second thought. But when he asked her to pick up their daughter from school, Victoria had no way to refuse.

Gwyneth came bouncing out of the school doors, backpack swinging behind her. She expected to see Violet or maybe McNeil's driver, so spotting Victoria instead caught her by surprise.

Still, she lit up and ran straight over.

But the truth went deeper than that. Gwyneth didn't cling to her anymore. As a mother, Victoria had become irrelevant in her daughter's world.

So, when Gwyneth tried to confirm what happened yesterday, Victoria decided to stick to her story.

"No, I didn't come back yesterday. You must have been mistaken."

Gwyneth still looked skeptical, but since her mother denied it, she let the matter drop.

She climbed into the backseat of Victoria's car, eyes immediately landing on a large gift box resting there. Assuming it was a present for her, Gwyneth wasted no time in untying the ribbon and lifting the lid. Inside was a model racecar.

"Wow! This is so cool! Mommy, is this for me?"

Her excitement was impossible to hide. Maybe her mom really did care about her—almost as much as Violet did these days.

Victoria had completely forgotten she'd left the racecar model, a gift from Curtis, in the car. She hadn't expected Gwyneth to spot it, let alone unwrap it so quickly. Flustered, she hurried over to repackage the box and turned to Gwyneth.