The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 273

"If you guys keep joking around like this, I'm out of here."

It was obvious they were putting her, the only woman in the room, right in the hot seat. She couldn't handle these kinds of risqué conversations—not even a little.

Isaac had no idea what McNeil was thinking and just kept up the banter.

"We're all adults here-what's there to be embarrassed about? Unlike the three of you, I'm still unattached. Nights alone can get awfully lonely, you know."

He shot a look at Curtis and Marcus. "You two used to be so picky-when did you suddenly find someone special? Where'd you meet them? Come on, set me up sometime!"

Violet nearly choked on her drink, trying hard not to laugh.

She glanced at McNeil, curiosity piqued. He stayed silent, but after so many years at his side, Violet could spot even the smallest shadow crossing his face.

Was McNeil upset because Victoria's name had come up just now?

McNeil rarely commented, but this time he did, his voice cool. "I wouldn't say their taste is all that great."

Violet took another sip, quietly relieved.

Maybe she was just overthinking it.

yet, and already Victoria was trying to cozy up to his friends. If word got out before the papers were signed,

already. Can we please have a normal conversation? At least show a little respect-I am still in the room, you know. Let's keep

Sensing McNeil's mood, they shifted

own little world. Still, Gwyneth

latest finds."

overseas trip and, as usual, had scored some impressive antiques. This was his ritual-every trip, he'd bring something back, and his friends would always try to talk him into giving up

your own collection, but you always

shameless. "Taking things from a friend is like the thrill of the chase- you know,

burst out laughing and didn't think

back; the outer room was lined with his prized collectibles. When he opened the door, Gwyneth's eyes were immediately drawn to a car model mounted on the

"That's it," she whispered.

up ahead, oblivious, but

one on the wall?"

Gwyneth nodded emphatically.

her mom's car. All this time, she'd thought Victoria had given it to Max. So how had it ended up here,

noticed

looked oddly familiar. He walked

like that didn't even register. He was after the truly valuable stuff

stared up at it,