The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 29

The Miller family estate—a grand villa where Victoria’s late mother once lived with Simms—sat in the heart of Starfall City’s most exclusive neighborhood.

Here, the mansions easily ran into eight figures. Victoria herself had only moved out after marrying McNeil; her father, cold and methodical, sent every last trace of her mother’s belongings off to the auction house. After her bitter falling out with Simms, Victoria had never looked back.

So when the household staff spotted Victoria stepping out of a sleek black SUV at the front gate, their shock was impossible to hide.

The butler hurried out, signaling for someone to open the gates while reaching for his phone to call Simms.

“Miss Victoria? Is that really you?”

Daniel, the butler, came forward to greet her. She recognized him instantly—her father’s old chauffeur. It had been years, and now he was running the place.

When Daniel noticed the suitcase at Victoria’s feet, his surprise deepened.

“Does Mr. Miller know you’re here?”

Was Victoria planning to move back in? Hadn’t she remarried and left all this behind?

“Do I need permission to return to my own home?” Victoria replied coolly, striding inside with Yasmine at her side.

Daniel chuckled awkwardly. “Of course not, Miss Victoria. I just meant, if you’d let us know, I would have come to collect you myself.”

Victoria offered a faint, polite smile and said nothing more.

Yasmine carried the suitcase upstairs, and Victoria soon discovered her old bedroom had been meticulously cleaned and fitted with fresh linens. Daniel rushed up, as if hoping to prevent something, but he was too late. Victoria ran her hand over the immaculate vanity, not a speck of dust in sight.

“This room wasn’t cleaned for me, was it?”

Everything was spotless—almost as if Ms. Morris’s move-in date was just around the corner.

“Miss Victoria…” Daniel hesitated, knowing better than to say too much. By now, Mr. Miller would be on his way.

Meanwhile, on the main road, a Rolls-Royce glided smoothly toward the gates.

Inside, a man in his forties pressed his phone to his ear, his tone calm and authoritative.

“There’s no helping it. You’ll just have to put up with things for a few days. I need to see what’s going on first.”