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.

“Mr. Langford, is it true the Langford Group is interested in electric vehicles?” someone asked. “Will there be more investment in that area?”

Before McNeil could answer, Violet stepped in smoothly. “If you don’t mind, that’s confidential. But anyone interested in working with the Langford Group is welcome to approach Mr. Langford privately.”

McNeil said nothing, letting Violet take the lead—she might as well have been his official spokesperson.

Another guest chimed in, “Our company is collaborating with Quantum Core Technologies. Mr. Garcia, as an angel investor, would you be interested in considering us?”

Latham, CEO of another tech firm, had his eye on the latest AI developments from Curtis’s team and was hoping to attract his investment. With Curtis’s wealth and connections, Latham knew it would be a game-changer.

Curtis glanced at Violet, who immediately caught on. “Mr. Latham, why don’t you send your proposal to me first? I can help screen it before passing it along.”

While everyone tried to cozy up to McNeil, Violet handled the crowd with effortless poise. The rumor about her being his childhood sweetheart hardly did her justice—she already had the presence of a CEO’s wife.

Even when it came to Quantum Core Technologies, Curtis deferred the investment decision to Violet.