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.

fortune was nothing compared to having real

you. I don't want my daughter to go without," McNeil said, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

to hand Gwyn off

gave a cold smile. "How

up custody of his own

and soon her body wouldn't

little more than a

and she'd

expression soured. "What's that supposed to

like. Gwyn would 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

stared at her as if she

he remembered. After their marriage, she'd always been anxious-clinging to him and

casually. McNeil's gaze darkened. "Is

Victoria's face. "What

man who carried you out of the Yates house that day. Are you

on her he meant

grabbed her teacup, and