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.

Gwyneth, but for 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 must have made other arrangements, and frankly, she

was tall, so as soon as Max appeared, he spotted him. Max

of running straight to Marcus as usual, Max nearly

"Miss Fannie!"

from school by both their parents, a quiet envy would

weren't his parents, their presence still meant the world to

at you," Marcus said, ruffling Max's sweaty hair as he took

Max was about to climb into the car, he suddenly stopped and ran back toward

Fannie, I just remembered something

off, leaving Marcus puzzled. Victoria just smiled. "Let him be,

but remember when Gwyneth was even younger, scampering

he was certain-she truly loved children. If they ever got married, would they have three kids? Four? Two boys

halls, finally

here to pick me up!" he crowed, pulling a goofy face at her. Gwyneth's cheeks flushed

managed

out, cheeks still puffed with

and called