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.

the street, when suddenly, a young boy

disaster was inevitable, but in a flash of blue, someone lunged forward, scooped up the boy, and rolled them both

The tires screeched so loudly it echoed in the night, and the car smashed into the guardrail with

that even from half a block away you

held the trembling boy tightly. He was clearly

street. He yanked the boy into

had happened. He saw the man's face and immediately threw his arms around his neck, wailing,

said to Victoria. "Could you keep an eye

his feet, veins bulging on his forehead, he looked ready

into the street just now," Victoria interjected before

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

Marcus knelt in front of Max, wanting to

out of his wrecked car, thankfully unscathed, followed by his

any idea

was shivering in her off-shoulder evening dress, her beauty

all the beautiful women he'd met, Marcus felt

off his suit jacket and

damages. Just as long as Max is

she realized Teague