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.

settled on McNeil, who replied with his usual

reason, worried McNeil might bring up something about

could press further, Marcus changed the subject. "I think I might be

group's attention, even distracting Curtis from

you guys?" Isaac

woman he'd met the

if I agreed to be the other man,

pick up her daughter

home, she helped Gwyneth with a craft project from kindergarten,

to play

just end up hurt and sulky,

okay? Then you read a

promise of game time, Gwyneth

couldn't help but notice her daughter's knack for it; soon

are way too easy," Gwyneth complained, already

hinted, hoping to curb her

one that's actually challenging?"

thought for a moment.

you

bed early

in class, I'll find

tough racing game. Deal?"

eyes lit up with