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.

was a battered mess,

life to save your wife," the old man snapped, hands trembling so badly his cane nearly slipped from his grasp. "Is this how you treat someone

part of the Yates estate you've

check. "Does that include broadcasting videos of

grandson, voice a low, furious curse. "You animal. This

didn't dare make

taking her with

in the hall as Stein stepped out from

group of grim-faced men followed close

Victoria, panic and fury overtaking him. He lunged, but half a dozen guns were immediately pressed to his

go," he demanded through gritted

his lips

his jaw clenched so

Stein was. If anyone tried to

mocking smile. “Mr. Langford, are you even

had no

took a few steps, then turned, his glare icy cold. "If you ever truly loved Vicky, you'd know who I

McNeil watched, helpless and

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

in a warm bed that smelled faintly of sunshine and fresh