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.

was nothing compared to having real skills. She'd

to go without," McNeil said, pulling a

I want to hand Gwyn off to Violet. Well, now I'm giving

cold smile. "How

was ready to give up custody of

her, and soon her body wouldn't be

was little more than a

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

"What's that supposed to

for who you want to give her to, she's your daughter, your

at her as if she were a

the Victoria he remembered. After their marriage, she'd always been anxious-clinging to him and their daughter, unable to let either

could say things like this, so casually. McNeil's gaze darkened.

across Victoria's face.

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

dawned on

stood, grabbed her teacup, and