The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 65

Ailie happened to overhear everything as she walked by.

"What's going on with Gwyn? Do you want me to come with you?" she asked.

Victoria shook her head. "No, she's just home alone. It's nothing serious."

Without another word, Victoria hurried off, leaving Curtis standing there utterly baffled.

By the time he snapped out of it, Victoria was already gone.

Curtis still couldn't wrap his head around what he'd heard. "Victoria has a daughter? Was she adopted?"

He still clung to a shred of hope.

Ailie glanced at her boss, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt, but she couldn't bring herself to lie. "No, she's her biological daughter. She's... five."

Victoria swept out of the room, leaving only a fleeting impression of elegance behind her.

As she crossed the walkway outside, two blinding headlights swept over her, making her squint against the glare.

young boy darted out barely six feet

but in a flash of blue, someone lunged forward, scooped up the boy, and rolled

loudly it echoed in

was pinned inside, so furious that even from half a block away you could see him flipping the

boy tightly.

He yanked the boy into his

face and immediately threw his

man said to Victoria. "Could you keep an

veins bulging on his forehead, he looked ready

street just now," Victoria

fists were clenched, but Max nodded vigorously. "I thought my uncle was across the street,

Marcus knelt in front of Max, wanting to

managed to climb out of his wrecked car,

your kid? Do you have any idea what that car is worth?" Teague was practically losing his

her off-shoulder evening dress, her beauty so striking it made him

Marcus felt like

off his suit jacket and

Just as

cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized Teague had mistaken