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

to speak, and Victoria had

elegant ivory knit dress, a tailored trench coat cinched around her waist. Compared to

"We're here."

at

was waiting for them. He brightened at the sight

see how my handwriting's coming

was in high spirits. McNeil, sensing the mood, went to brew

one would believe this was the same man who'd

looking well. And

calligraphy, and Grandfather caught her meaning. A faint

the old fox, he quickly changed the

light conversation, Grandfather finally raised the matter of having a

stood nearby, listening absently as he prepared the

I have already signed the divorce

it anymore. There was no point

was over.

drops of scalding water splashed onto the back of McNeil's hand. He

unbothered, though the skin was already

"What? Divorce?"

dropped a heavy blot of ink onto

reaction, making