The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 243

Marcus pulled out a chair for Victoria with genuine care, then draped her coat over her shoulders.

Victoria had to admit, Marcus was the sort of thoughtful, attentive man women always said they wanted.

The only problem was, he was a friend of McNeil's—and Victoria had never liked any of McNeil's friends.

She knew exactly what they whispered about her behind her back.

"Thank you," she said politely, but then put some distance between them.

Marcus had been hoping to use the opportunity of helping her with her coat to slip an arm around her waist, but before he could act, Victoria had already stepped away. He withdrew his hand with practiced ease, offered her a gentlemanly gesture to lead the way, and stayed close by her side as they left.

Meanwhile, at the office, McNeil was deep in the middle of handling some important matters when his phone rang-the preschool was calling.

He frowned slightly as he took the call.

has been asking me all day to call you. She insists you have to pick her up after school. She even said she

sometimes she wasn't, and her homework was hit or miss. The preschool was the best private academy in Starfall City, catering to the city's elite. When Gwyneth

fathers' identities were kept strictly confidential; beyond a phone number and a last name, the teachers usually didn't know exactly who they were dealing with. Still, everyone understood the fathers were some of the most influential men in Starfall City. The staff worked hard and kept their heads down, enjoying their generous paychecks but never daring to gossip. Say the wrong thing, and that

Gwyneth's call at lunch and her complaint that Victoria refused

he replied. "Tell Gwyneth I'll pick her up

up, his expression growing

Gwyneth had

Violet. "I'll have the driver pick you up from

get Gwyneth

she was the only one who could calm the

Quantum Core, Violet was still in a meeting, planning to put in overtime that evening to clear her workload. McNeil's call interrupted

I'll drop what

Violet allowed herself a small,

called them for a meeting, but now McNeil's call had upended