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.

Gwyneth has been asking me all day to call you. She insists you have to pick her up

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 enrolled, the staff had been specifically instructed to communicate with the mothers as much

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

lunch and her complaint that Victoria refused to give her the car. Maybe that was what

Gwyneth I'll

his expression growing

Gwyneth had

"I'll have the driver

get

liked Violet. McNeil figured she was the only

McNeil's call interrupted her plans. Out of his sight, she raised an eyebrow, irritation flickering across her face, though her voice

I'll

ended, Violet allowed herself a small,

then, a few department heads arrived. She'd called them for a meeting, but