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."

voice was low and tight, almost growling. Violet's face paled as she looked at

not going back to Winding Peak

didn't understand what

take care of,"

confusion mirrored in

he mad because I said Mommy likes Max's

something important to do, which was why he wanted her and Gwyneth to go home first. She'd been busy with work lately and didn't want Gwyneth to get caught up in

Violet smiled gently at Gwyneth, her

could he be upset? Didn't you just say it yourself? Your daddy likes Violet. Why would he be

Violet

to let her out at

be alright out here alone?"

"Just make sure Gwyneth gets home safe, and

off

then to the amusement park, where Gwyneth had played to her heart's content. But Violet could tell McNeil had been distant and brooding all

There was no way Victoria would have gone home to the villa with them. Violet already knew, from conversations with

was

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

become. But as she walked,

nerves jangling as she hurried along. Regret prickled at her-she never should have insisted on

no turning back now. She

heard footsteps behind her a man's heavy breathing growing