The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 69

Night had fallen, and a line of luxury cars began to pull up one after another in front of The K Bar.

McNeil arrived with Violet and Marcus; inside a private lounge, Isaac was already pouring drinks. Curtis showed up late, alone.

"Where's your assistant?" someone called out as Curtis entered, and all eyes turned to him.

Without waiting for further questions, Curtis took a seat and immediately poured himself three shots as penance for being late.

He was about to go for another round when Isaac stopped him.

"This bottle cost a hundred grand," Isaac chided with a smirk. "You think it's water?"

McNeil glanced over, cool and collected. "So, did you get turned down?"

Curtis hesitated, cheeks flushing. "She's married."

Isaac nearly spat out his drink.

"No wonder you never date," he laughed. "You've got your eye on someone else's wife!"

The group burst out laughing. Even Violet, usually reserved, sipped her tea with a crooked, uncomfortable smile.

Strangely, Marcus-the one who usually teased Curtis the most-remained silent. After everyone had had their fun at Curtis's expense, Marcus suddenly spoke up. "Ever heard of Highland Park Estates?"

Curtis was in no mood, but he shot a glance at McNeil anyway.

eyes settled on McNeil, who replied with his usual calm, "That's where

for no obvious reason, worried McNeil might bring up

Marcus changed the subject. "I

even distracting Curtis from his heartbreak for

you

the woman he'd met the previous

"Do you think if I agreed to be the other man, she'd go for

Victoria went to pick up her

a craft project

to play her favorite racing

if she tried to say no, Gwyneth would just end up hurt and sulky,

an hour, okay? Then you read a little

of game time,

each one in no time. Victoria couldn't help but notice her daughter's knack

too easy," Gwyneth

stop?" Victoria hinted, hoping to curb her daughter's screen

one that's

for a moment.

you

bed early and

in class, I'll find

tough racing game. Deal?"

eyes lit up with