The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 234

Violet beamed, her eyes crinkling with warmth.

McNeil frowned. "Yesterday, you called your mom. She said she was away on a business trip?"

Gwyneth nodded, a little confused. "Yeah..."

Something felt off today. Dad had never cared much about where Mom went before.

"Let's get in the car."

Violet was quick to usher them along, not wanting father and daughter to linger on the topic of Victoria. McNeil's expression stayed stony as he waited for Violet and Gwyneth to climb in, then closed the door behind them. Leaning down to the half- open window, he met Violet's eyes.

"You and Gwyn head home. I've got some things I need to finish at the office."

Violet paused, caught off guard. "What time will you be back tonight? I'll ask the chef to prepare you something for supper."

"That won't be necessary," McNeil replied coolly.

That evening, Curtis invited Victoria and Ailie out for dinner.

Osborn wouldn't stop calling, practically harassing Victoria, until she finally had to ask Curtis for approval.

I

who often drove

up wearing his signature blue scarf and a tracksuit, a lollipop tucked

supposed to

him a plate and utensils, ignoring

introduce everyone," she said. "This is my boss, Mr. Curtis Garcia; my close friend and colleague, Ailie. And this is Osborn, an old friend of mine from Evermore

up; Osborn shot Curtis a glance in

new game from Quantum Core Technologies

imperceptibly-he couldn't tell if that was a compliment or

meanwhile, couldn't stop staring at Osborn. She leaned in

only know people who are either loaded or ridiculously

cool. "Handsome? I don't really

rolled her eyes. "You're wasting a

made a point of squeezing in right beside Victoria, drawing a few wary

Victoria-just as

wasn't the social type, but clearly,

with Osborn, Curtis steered

you at his office tomorrow. What's your take

Victoria to go alone to Vertex Dynamics

think, Mr. Garcia?" Victoria