The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 678

Was Victoria just as helpless back then as Gwyneth felt now?

There was a difference, though. Today, it was strangers laughing at Gwyneth’s misfortune; back then, the one mocking Victoria had been her own daughter. What must she have felt? How did she bear it and move on?

Whenever anyone worried about Gwyneth, she’d force a cheerful smile and pretend nothing was wrong.

“Come on, let’s see what we haven’t explored yet. There’s still more to see.”

But the rest of the afternoon dragged on, everyone’s spirits noticeably dampened. In one of the other galleries, they ran into Patti Yale, who—as expected—was wandering around, snapping pictures with her phone.

She clearly saw Gwyneth, but acted as if she were invisible, casting a sideways look of disdain before moving on.

When they left the exhibition, Gwyneth made her way to her Ferrari, rapping her knuckles lightly on the car’s sleek hood.

“Anyone want to ride shotgun? It’s not every day you get Mrs. Everhart as your chauffeur.”

Her lighthearted joke lifted the mood instantly.

Everyone scrambled to claim the coveted passenger seat, but there was only one spot available—sports cars weren’t exactly known for roomy backseats.

In the end, they had to settle it with rock-paper-scissors. Watching the group get so serious about it, Gwyneth found herself genuinely amused and couldn’t help but laugh.

The girl who won climbed into the passenger seat, grinning as if she’d just hit the lottery.

“Gwyn, you’re really nothing like what I imagined.”

Everyone in Starfall City knew the Langford family’s wealth rivaled royalty, and Mrs. Everhart’s name carried its own legend. But none of them had ever pictured the Langford heiress like this.

Not only was Gwyneth approachable, she didn’t have a trace of arrogance about her.

At the office, she kept such a low profile that people often mistook her for a fresh-faced grad, more like the girl next door than a business mogul.

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