The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 77

Victoria wasn't about to let her guard down.

When Teague reached out to her, she called Marcus right away.

"Pick a time, and I'll go with you," she offered.

Marcus had never dared to contact "Fannie" directly-it was Max who'd gotten her

in trouble, not Victoria. He figured Victoria might know a thing or two about cars,

but the idea that she could actually fix one? That sounded like a joke, and he didn't take it seriously.

"Sounds good. I still have your coat from last time. I've had it cleaned, so I'll bring it when we meet."

"Don't worry about it."

As soon as Marcus hung up, everyone at the table stared at him.

"What are you all looking at?" he snapped, glancing around.

Isaac gave him a pointed look. "Was that your girlfriend calling?"

After the Curtis fiasco-who had been so eager to show off his new romance, only

crash and burn—they'd all learned not to

something

a sip of his

Marcus's suit

McNeil asked, as if the thought had

wasn't sure why McNeil cared, but answered with a shrug, "Tailor-made. If

together, then asked, "How many

wholesale? Every one is made to my measurements. Whose chest and abs are going to match mine down to the

stared at him, his fists

the name

by McNeil's sudden nosiness. He'd never cared about this stuff

"Fannie," Marcus replied.

McNeil's hands slowly relaxed.

the tension, piped up, "So when

was playing with Gwyneth, the two of them looking so much like mother

three of them-Isaac, Marcus, and McNeil-had watched McNeil and Violet's on-again, off-again relationship over the years. Now that

a look of disbelief. "There's

thoughts drifted

clear he was heading to Violet's, Victoria would still call every so often, as if keeping tabs

with Violet's surgery, her recovery, and everything else he had to plan