The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 97

After trying every argument and pleading with Victoria, Gwyneth finally realized she wasn’t coming home. With a heavy heart, she hung up the phone, giving up hope.

The next day, Yasmine was sent on an assignment to the auction house.

She couldn’t understand why Ms. Turner and Mr. Miller—who were clearly at odds, practically sworn enemies—would send her here to pick out a gift, supposedly for Simms’ mother, Janice Miller.

The auction was a gathering of the city’s elite, but Yasmine, a nobody in these circles, could only find a quiet spot in the corner and keep a low profile.

Just before the event began, a commotion at the entrance drew everyone’s attention.

Violet swept in on McNeil’s arm, walking with such poised grace that every head turned as they entered the hall.

For the past few weeks, Violet had dominated every trending topic in Starfall City. The first love of the Langford Group’s CEO had made a dramatic return—a romance that seemed to transcend time itself. Rumors abounded: Was she the long-lost mother of the Langford family’s youngest daughter?

Speculation was endless, but not a single word involved Victoria.

Even at the Quantum Core Technologies’ gala, packed with major players, a photo had surfaced of Victoria standing beside Curtis. Yet since no one recognized her, the media had simply edited her out of the shot.

It was Ailie who noticed the omission—Victoria herself couldn’t have cared less.

Once everyone found their seats, the auction officially began.

Yasmine kept her eyes peeled, watching Violet and McNeil closely while listening for the auctioneer to announce the items up for bidding.

She was waiting for the lot Victoria had instructed her to watch for—a pair of jade rings from the Victorian era.

As the first item came up, bidding cards shot into the air from eager guests, but Violet and McNeil remained still and silent.

It wasn’t until the fifth item—a seemingly ordinary pair of pearl earrings, with a starting bid of a million—that Yasmine noticed any movement. She glanced at McNeil and Violet just in time to see Violet lean in and whisper something to him. McNeil raised his paddle.

“Five million.”

Yasmine’s adrenaline was pumping. Ms. Turner must be after proof that Mr. Langford was buying gifts for another woman. The divorce wasn’t finalized yet; if Victoria caught McNeil in the act today, she’d have ironclad evidence for court. The case would be hers to win.

Determined, Yasmine kept her phone trained on McNeil and Violet, not missing a beat.

“Is something up?” Lyndon asked, his voice icy as he noticed Victoria glued to her phone.

“No, nothing at all,” Victoria replied quickly, tucking her phone away and sitting up straight.

Back at the auction, they still hadn’t reached the item Victoria wanted. The auctioneer now presented a landscape oil painting.

This time, it was Violet who raised her paddle—her bid: fifty million. The auctioneer made the same decisive gesture, and the room fell silent.

“Isn’t that a bit much?” someone whispered.