The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 275

II

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Gwyneth could hardly believe that something she'd wanted for so long was suddenly hers.

She clung to it tightly, her big, shining eyes darting between Curtis and Marcus, wide as saucers.

McNeil leaned in close to his daughter, his expression calm. "Say thank you to your uncles."

Gwyneth beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Garcia. Thank you, Mr. Green!"

Before any of the adults could react, Max grabbed Gwyneth's hand and dashed off with her.

Curtis and Marcus stood rooted to the spot, their faces flushed, necks stiff.

Just now, as they'd looked at Gwyneth, both men, for reasons they couldn't quite explain, had thought of the same person.

Victoria? Fannie?

Were they hallucinating? Losing their minds?

absurd, but for a moment, they actually thought little

ended up in Gwyneth's arms, neither man had the

kids racing out of the room, especially Max. His gaze

raised a little traitor, it seemed. The boy wasn't even grown yet, and already he'd forgotten his uncle the

when they got older, his life's mission would be

you two," Isaac drawled, "glaring at each other over a toy car like

glares shot in Isaac's

Correction-three.

chill creeping up his spine. A glance over his shoulder told

just remembered there's some wine left in the living room.

hurried off, as if

had both been devoted to her once, and she'd never seen them act like

were

room was palpable, until a housekeeper stepped

Green, Mr. Garcia, Mr. Langford,

was rare for the staff to interrupt their gatherings-unless something was

cause of Marcus and Curtis's argument was now firmly in Gwyneth's

moment, Marcus's