The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 95

He was here at the science museum too, which meant Violet was almost certainly around as well.

Victoria and McNeil's eyes met across the room. She looked away instantly, her expression unreadable, and McNeil didn't glance her way again.

"No idea," he said, brushing off the question.

Maybe McNeil was looking for someone. There was no way he'd be looking at her, Victoria told herself, refusing to indulge in wishful thinking.

Osborn had a vague sense that something felt off, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Meanwhile, Max was in the middle of a heated gaming competition, taking on a group of kids his age. He wiped the floor with all ten of them in just a few minutes, leaving his opponents defeated and breathless.

Then he came up against a rival who matched him move for move. They played several rounds, each ending in a tie, until finally Max eked out a win. He barely had time to celebrate before a girl marched over, dragging a posse with her.

When Gwyneth realized the person who'd beaten her was Max, her fury was almost comical-her face was a meme come to life.

"You... you cheated," she accused.

Max recognized his opponent. It was the same Gwyneth who'd made him cry last time. He burst out laughing, loud and unrestrained, showing no mercy.

can you?" he teased, relishing the chance to get

think you're the only one with a cool friend. Miss Fannie could totally beat yours!" Max stuck

was the last straw. Gwyneth's face crumpled and she stormed off in tears, running

crowd. If Gwyneth hadn't suspected Max would

both Marcus and McNeil to

gotten you so worked up, sweetheart?" she asked

glaring at Max instead. "If you're so tough, why don't you face my friend? Bet she'd wipe the floor with

chuckle at the sight of the two kids squabbling like a pair of ruffled hens over

not scared of anyone,"

There was

hand. "Ms. Marchand, you play him

McNeil promising to buy Gwyneth a present to finally

awesome-he wasn't afraid of Gwyneth

Max off to

her with Osborn, Max tugged on Marcus's sleeve. "Uncle, that's Miss

and Osborn deep in conversation. Was that guy her boyfriend? He'd always

steered Max toward them. The man with Victoria was a stranger; Marcus