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.

all right if I invited a friend to

the one who often drove Victoria around, and

his signature blue scarf and a tracksuit, a lollipop tucked between his lips. The moment he realized they weren't alone,

this was supposed to be our candlelit

plate

is my boss, Mr. Curtis Garcia; my close friend and colleague, Ailie. And this is

shot Curtis a glance

that new game from Quantum Core

almost imperceptibly-he couldn't tell if that

at Osborn. She leaned

know people who are either

was cool. "Handsome?

her eyes. "You're wasting a

and smirked, clearly pleased with himself. He made a point of squeezing in right beside Victoria, drawing a few wary glances from Curtis,

liked Victoria-just as

wasn't the social type, but clearly, her circle was much broader than

few lukewarm pleasantries with Osborn, Curtis steered the conversation

office tomorrow.

Vertex Dynamics to sign

what do you think, Mr.