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.

handle losing, can you?" he teased, relishing the

Miss Fannie could totally beat yours!" Max stuck out

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

two kids were back in the main exhibition hall, arguing so loudly they drew a crowd. If Gwyneth hadn't suspected Max would win in a

took both Marcus and McNeil to finally pull

knelt beside Gwyneth, gently hugging her. "What's gotten you so worked up, sweetheart?" she

ignored her, glaring at Max instead. "If you're so tough, why don't

of the two kids squabbling like a pair of ruffled

not scared of

the middle, looked slightly embarrassed. There was no way she was actually going

"Ms. Marchand,

McNeil promising to buy Gwyneth a present to

over the moon. Miss Fannie was awesome-he wasn't afraid of

off

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

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

toward them. The man with Victoria was a stranger; Marcus was sure he'd