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.

Pagani roared up the street, when suddenly, a young boy darted out

flash of blue, someone lunged forward, scooped up the

loudly it echoed in the night, and the

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

the trembling boy tightly. He was

across the street. He

and immediately threw his arms around his neck, wailing,

to Victoria. "Could you keep an eye on Max for

his feet, veins bulging on his forehead,

ran into the street just now," Victoria interjected before

uncle was across the street, so

Max, wanting to hear it from him

had managed to climb out of his wrecked car, thankfully unscathed, followed by his entourage of rowdy

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

Victoria, who was shivering in her off-shoulder evening dress, her beauty so striking it made

met, Marcus felt like he'd just

shrugged off his suit jacket

the damages. Just as long as

flushed with embarrassment as she realized Teague had mistaken