The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 87

Three million.

When McNeil named that number, even Yasmine wanted to throw scalding coffee in his face.

These days, The Langford Group sat comfortably atop the Fortune 500, its assets nearing a billion, with more business ventures than anyone could count. If McNeil had even a shred of decency, he'd never offer a measly "three million a month" in child support.

To the average person, it was a sum they'd never see in their lifetime-but for people like McNeil and Victoria, it was nothing short of an insult.

Victoria almost laughed out of sheer disbelief.

She owned twenty-five percent of the Turner family shares.

Back in the day, she'd led her team to victory after victory, earning more money than she could ever spend in one lifetime.

For McNeil, she'd practically put every penny she owned on the line to save the Langford family.

McNeil's success and the Langford family's boundless wealth-she'd played a pivotal role in both.

Even the old patriarch had been willing to give her half of the family fortune.

Three million. He really had some nerve.

"No."

She didn't need it.

compared to

I don't want my daughter to go without," McNeil said, pulling

want to hand Gwyn off

gave a cold smile. "How

to give up custody of his own

Gwyneth's heart wasn't with her, and soon her body wouldn't be

agreement was little

her daughter wouldn't diminish, and she'd never abandon her.

"What's that supposed

have a harder time with me-better she stays with you. I'll visit her whenever you allow it. As for who you want to give her to, she's your daughter, your choice. As long as

as if she were a

anxious-clinging to him and their daughter, unable to let either out of her sight, even for a

could say things like this, so casually. McNeil's gaze darkened. "Is this because of

Victoria's

Yates house that day. Are you going to stand here and tell me you haven't slept

on her

surged through her. She stood, grabbed her teacup, and threw the contents