The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 170

Everyone glanced at Victoria, suspicion flickering in more than a few eyes.

But the truth was, out of all of them, she was the only one who might possibly know what to do. The men exchanged uncertain looks better to try something,

even if it was a long shot, than stand around helplessly.

So Victoria started giving orders, instructing them to grab the spare tire and the jack.

The men quickly found the tools. Victoria was just about to walk them through the process of changing the tire when she happened to catch McNeil's thoughtful gaze from the edge of the group.

Her heart skipped a beat, and the instructions she'd been about to deliver suddenly died on her lips.

"Ms. Turner, what should we do next?" someone asked.

With all the tools laid out, every pair of eyes turned expectantly to Victoria.

McNeil, leaning against a tree at the side of the mountain road, drew a cigarette from his pack and lit up, his eyes never leaving Victoria.

this over with and almost let McNeil

a video online," she admitted after a pause, “and honestly,

George, who had been gearing

know how to do this? You watched

more importantly, if she weren't Mr. Garcia's favorite, a few of the men might have lost their tempers right there. Was she just

now it seemed she might

the scene unfold with

in under ten minutes, Victoria had managed to direct the group to bring the spare around to the front of the car,

nearly laughed out

to vent their irritation

enough. Let me handle this," Violet announced, drawing everyone's

in the garage all the time. With you guys

a beat, Violet took charge, guiding the group through removing the blown tire, working the jack, loosening the lug nuts-her instructions were

someone pop the hood and checked the engine, just to make sure there were no lingering issues, before

he stood, McNeil watched as the entire repair was wrapped up in the