The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 277

Gwyneth was absolutely delighted with her new model race car. She sat in the backseat, fiddling with it for ages, unable to put it down.

"Daddy, Mommy doesn't really like Max. She likes Max's uncle. So she won't leave me, right?"

Violet laughed. "And how did you figure out Mommy likes Max's uncle?"

Gwyneth looked at McNeil with innocent eyes, oblivious to the way his expression was growing colder by the second.

"I found this race car model in Mommy's car, and Max told me it was his birthday that day. I thought Mommy was going to give it to Max. But it turns out she was giving it to Max's uncle. So Mommy doesn't like Max-she likes his uncle."

She finished her explanation, then suddenly turned to McNeil.

"Daddy, did Mommy ever give you a present? Does Mommy not like you anymore because you like Violet?"

The driver nearly ran a red light at that, startled by Gwyneth's words.

In the rearview mirror, he could see McNeil's dark eyes flickering with red, veins standing out—a look that reminded him of a predator on the verge of attack.

The last time Mr. Langford smashed up a car, it had also been because Mrs. Langford was meeting someone.

The driver had a bad feeling that something was about to happen again.

"At the next corner, pull over. Take Miss Gwyneth home, then drive Ms. Marchand back."

low and tight, almost growling. Violet's face

not going back to Winding

didn't understand

something to take care

her confusion mirrored in Gwyneth's eyes. Gwyneth peered out the

wrong with Daddy? Is he mad because I said Mommy likes Max's

he wanted her and Gwyneth to go

Violet smiled gently at Gwyneth,

say it yourself? Your daddy likes Violet. Why would

so, Violet felt

let her

Are you sure you'll be alright out here alone?" the driver asked

make sure Gwyneth gets home safe, and remember

set off on

was late. After leaving Marcus's house, McNeil had taken them out for dinner, then to the amusement park, where Gwyneth had played to her heart's content.

wanted to go back and find Victoria. There was no way Victoria would have gone home to the villa with them. Violet already knew, from conversations with her aunt

was

on a private road. Night had fallen, and even the streetlights were starting to

deserted the street had become. But as she walked, she realized there wasn't a soul around, and an uneasy feeling crept

and switched on the flashlight, nerves jangling as she hurried along. Regret

there was no turning back now. She had

when she heard footsteps behind her a man's heavy breathing growing