The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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.

battered mess, and he sobbed,

trembling so badly his cane nearly slipped from his grasp. "Is this how you treat someone who saved

you even know what part of the Yates estate

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

turned and glared at his grandson, voice a low, furious curse. "You animal. This is your

dare make a

with me,"

as Stein stepped out from

of grim-faced men

Victoria, panic and fury overtaking him. He lunged, but half a

he

expression was frigid, his lips barely moving. "And

out every word, his jaw clenched so tight it hurt. "Because

tried to take Victoria from him today,

a mocking smile. “Mr. Langford, are you

but McNeil had no

his glare icy cold. "If you ever truly loved Vicky,

McNeil watched, helpless and

as Stein carried Victoria away. The barrels of several guns never wavered from McNeil's head. There was nothing he could

again, she found herself in a warm bed that smelled