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.

McNeil and Victoria weren't officially divorced yet, and already Victoria was trying to cozy up to his friends. If word got out before the papers were signed, McNeil would end up the talk of the

normal conversation? At least show a little respect-I am still

chuckled, grateful for the change in subject. Sensing McNeil's mood, they shifted the conversation to funny anecdotes from recent business

little world. Still, Gwyneth couldn't quite shake her worries about that model car Victoria had shown

"Come on, show us your latest finds." Gwyneth's

was his ritual-every trip,

could easily afford your own collection, but you always

like the thrill of the chase- you know, the grass is always greener, the

laughing and

suite. The bedroom was tucked away in the 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.

but Max heard her. He followed her

on the wall?" Max

Gwyneth nodded emphatically.

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

had noticed it

familiar. He walked over for

the model car altogether. He had an eye for rare treasures, and basic collectibles like that didn't even register. He was after the truly valuable

the car, stared up at it, his suspicion