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.

over with and almost let

a video online," she admitted after

been gearing up to help,

know how to do this? You watched a video

woman, and 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 messing with them for

was heavy-just getting it off had left them sweating-and now

watching the scene unfold with an amused, almost cold expression. She was curious to see how Victoria would handle things—changing

to direct the group to bring the spare around to the front of the car, only to toss out a casual, "I just

nearly laughed

to vent their irritation in front of Victoria. Satisfied, she finally

me handle this,"

let me help out in the garage all the time.

guiding the group through removing the blown tire, working the jack, loosening the lug nuts-her instructions were clear and confident, and the whole process went smoothly.

just to make sure there were no

the entire repair was wrapped up in the time it took him to smoke half