The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 414

Maynard tried calling McNeil to share Violet’s decision, but no one picked up. With no other choice, he drove over to the hotel himself.

Violet arrived at the hotel entrance flanked by her bridesmaids. No one from the groom’s side came out to greet them, but the hotel manager and his staff were already waiting out front.

“Ms. Marchand, right this way, please. Mr. Langford is waiting inside.”

Just as she hoped, the grand ballroom she had arranged was already buzzing with guests.

Nearly every influential figure from Starfall City’s business and political circles had turned out.

The moment Violet appeared, camera flashes lit up—the media wasted no time turning their lenses her way.

“Mrs. Langford, you look stunning today.”

“Mrs. Langford, over here, please!”

Security quickly stepped in, keeping the press at bay and clearing a path for Violet and her bridesmaids as they made their way straight to the stage.

McNeil stood there in a black suit, tall and composed, and Violet finally felt herself exhale in relief.

She knew McNeil was in a foul mood—after all, he’d just finalized his divorce and lost most of his assets in the process.

But none of that mattered, as long as she got what she wanted.

Simms and Yulia sat among the family seats. McNeil glanced at Violet, dazzling in a wedding gown encrusted with crystal, and for a moment, his mind drifted.

Two blurred figures seemed to overlap before his eyes; for a split second, he thought he saw Victoria, walking toward him in a bridal dress.

“McNeil…”

Violet’s voice trembled with excitement as she looked at him.

She was finally about to realize her dream of marrying him.

McNeil stood his ground, unfazed.

The lawyer went on, “Mr. Langford has only just divorced, and his ex-wife has already claimed half the Langford estate. The old man says Mr. Langford has poor judgment—he’s blind, he’s naïve, he’s not thinking straight. If there’s a second divorce, the Langford family will be ruined. He’s old, his heart’s not what it used to be. If you don’t want him to die of a heart attack, please have Ms. Marchand sign this agreement.”

The second the words left his mouth, the crowd burst into uproar.

“Wait, what? Mr. Langford got divorced? When did that happen?”

“I mean, obviously! How else would he be getting remarried?”

“I’ve never even seen Mrs. Langford—didn’t they have a daughter? She must be five by now…”

“Is this some kind of soap opera? Are we sure we’re talking about McNeil Langford here?”

Violet hadn’t expected Thorpe to pull a stunt like this at the very last minute. It wasn’t just her pride that took a hit; down among the guests, Simms and Yulia were red-faced with fury.