The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 246

A shadow flickered across McNeil's eyes.

"Her affairs have nothing to do with me."

Violet nodded quickly. "Of course. I won't ask about her again."

It was obvious—just mentioning Victoria McNeil instantly soured his mood. He must really despise that woman.

Violet checked the time. "Gwyn's almost out of school. How about I pick her up while you stay here with the guests?"

"No need," McNeil replied. "It's all arranged. We'll bring Gwyn home together, then head back to the office for dinner."

"Alright."

No matter how assertive Violet could be in public, in front of McNeil she was always unfailingly polite and obedient, as meek and gentle as a lamb.

Outside the school, Marcus and Victoria had already gotten out of the car and were waiting.

Victoria, this was the first time she'd come here without the intention of picking her up. She figured if McNeil hadn't called her, he

so as soon as Max appeared, he spotted him. Max saw Marcus too, but wasn't expecting

to Marcus as usual, Max nearly

"Miss Fannie!"

saw other kids get picked up from school by both their parents, a quiet envy would rise in his chest,

uncle and Miss Fannie weren't his parents, their presence still meant the

Max's sweaty hair as he took

the car, he suddenly stopped and ran back toward

just remembered something I'll be

Marcus puzzled. Victoria just smiled.

Max's retreating figure, Victoria couldn't help but remember when Gwyneth was even younger, scampering everywhere with that same

smile dazzling. In that moment, he was certain-she truly loved children. If they ever got married, would they have three kids?

halls, finally finding

Gwyneth's cheeks flushed bright red

managed to catch a glimpse

puffed with frustration. At the school gate, she spotted McNeil's car-and Violet climbing out. Instantly, Gwyneth's mood lifted

seeing her approach, waved and called out, "Hey, ugly