The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Teague jolted awake in the passenger seat, screaming. McNeil reached over, his hand clamped tight around Teague's throat, and with bloodshot eyes, barked an order at the armed guard standing by the gate.

"Open the door."

The guard, gun raised and pointed at McNeil, hesitated when he saw Teague pinned and gasping for air.

McNeil let out a cold, menacing laugh, squeezing just enough for Teague to hear the sickening crack of his own windpipe.

"Do it. Let him in," Teague rasped, struggling to gesture with what little strength he had left.

The moment the gate opened a fraction, McNeil floored the gas. The black sports car slammed through the ornate wrought-iron gate, sending metal and sparks

flying.

Inside the grand foyer, Teague's grandfather watched in shock as the car barreled across the lawn, tore through flowerbeds, and screeched to a halt at the front steps. The display was as wild and out of control as a bull let loose in a china

shop.

"What on earth is going on?"

He stared, aghast, as McNeil dragged Teague out of the car and dumped him on the ground like a sack of garbage.

"Where's my wife?" McNeil's eyes were wild and rimmed with red, his voice nearly a growl.

a battered mess, and

badly his cane nearly

what part of the Yates estate you've

shot back, barely keeping his rage in check. "Does that include

his grandson, voice

dare make a

taking her with me," McNeil

Stein stepped out from a side

his arms. A group of

lunged, but half a dozen

he demanded through gritted

his lips barely moving. "And

clenched so tight

tried to

a mocking smile. “Mr. Langford,

but McNeil had no idea who this man

icy cold. "If

McNeil watched, helpless and

Victoria away. The barrels of several guns

herself in a warm bed that smelled faintly of

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