The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 251

Yes, that was definitely hostility. He thought about it for a second-he hadn't done anything to offend McNeil lately, had he?

"Let's grab the cotton candy and head out. We'll take Gwyn to play, so you don't have to stick around."

Every word out of McNeil's mouth made it clear he didn't want Marcus there. Only then did Marcus remember-he was supposed to be buying cotton candy for Max.

"Wait, where's Gwyn?"

Violet snapped out of the cold war between the two men, suddenly realizing that Gwyneth was nowhere to be seen.

At that moment, Gwyneth was weaving through the crowd in the central square, searching for Max and Victoria. But there were so many people, she circled around and couldn't spot them anywhere. Only when she stopped did she realize she'd gotten separated from her dad and Violet.

"Dad? Violet?"

Panic crept in—a rare feeling for her as she looked everywhere, but saw no sign of McNeil or Violet.

That's when the fear really hit her. Tears welled up and spilled over, rolling down her cheeks like beads.

"Gwyn-!"

Back where McNeil and Violet were, they'd also started searching for Gwyneth. "I'll drop off the cotton candy and help look for her."

Realizing how serious things were, Marcus hurried off in the direction of Max and Victoria.

McNeil shot a cold glance Marcus's way, just in time to spot Victoria laughing as she talked to Max. For some reason, a sharp pang twisted in his chest. He tore his eyes away and forced himself to focus on finding his daughter.

took

the sparkler in his hand

"Gwyneth's missing."

to Max and

buying cotton candy together, and then she disappeared. You two stay put, don't wander off. I'll help look for her and meet you back here. Fannie, please keep an eye

leaving Victoria with a knot of worry in her chest. How could Gwyneth have gone

help look

born-she'd watched her grow up, practically raised her. The thought of something happening

to help too, Miss Fannie. You don't know what

know about Victoria's bond with Gwyneth, and there was no way Victoria could leave a five-year-old alone. So she took Max's

out across the crowded square, calling Gwyneth's

"Mr. Langford—!"

sharp-eyed, spotted McNeil while searching with Victoria. Hearing his name, McNeil slowed down and turned, coming face to face with Victoria holding Max's hand

more. Because of Max, he didn't immediately turn and walk away. Instead,

"Busy, aren't you?"

bite in McNeil's words. Victoria looked at McNeil, a sharp pain tugging at her

shaky breath, lips trembling. "Gwyn's missing. Do you have any idea where

"Take care of whoever you want. My daughter

a familiar figure in the distance that looked like

I'm not here to argue. If you're going to bring

let her wander

at her accusation, anger

eye on her? Clearly, you and Marcus are better

the divorce soon-just as you