The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 106

"It wasn't from me-it was from Grandfather. He asked me to bring it to you. Was

that trending post your handiwork? Victoria, I really misjudged you."

McNeil's accusation-"I misjudged you"-only drew a sardonic smile from Victoria.

"Whatever you say."

Since the gift was from Grandfather, she accepted it without further ceremony.

Of course it was that landscape painting.

When Victoria returned to change and head out, Haley, the housekeeper, couldn't help but worry.

"Miss..."

Victoria caught the hint in Haley's voice and offered a faint smile. "I'm fine. I'm just going back to check on Grandfather."

She slipped into a clean dress and, when she emerged, McNeil was already waiting outside, leaning against the car. He wore a sharp black-and-white suit, tall and composed, cupping a lighter as he lit a cigarette and exhaled a thin stream of smoke.

When he saw Victoria, he barely glanced her way, then tossed the cigarette to the ground and crushed it underfoot.

Victoria didn't bother with the driver's seat; instead, she opened the back door and slid in.

things, a team who could talk about anything. Now, it was as if

bother to speak, and Victoria had no intention

trench coat cinched around her waist. Compared to the woman

"We're here."

help but glance at

waiting for them. He brightened at the

dear, come see how my handwriting's coming along

McNeil, sensing the mood, went to brew some tea, giving

brushed bold, confident strokes onto the paper. No one would believe this was the same man who'd been at

And your spirits seem high,

caught her meaning. A faint blush crept

fox, he quickly changed

light conversation, Grandfather finally raised the matter

nearby, listening absently as he

and I have

There was no

was over.

scalding water splashed onto the back of

napkin, unbothered, though the

"What? Divorce?"

Grandfather's calligraphy brush dropped a heavy blot of ink

gave no reaction, making no move