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."

growling.

not going back to Winding

didn't understand what

got something to take care of," McNeil

got out at the next intersection, her confusion mirrored in Gwyneth's

wrong with Daddy? Is he mad because I said

McNeil must have 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 adult

Violet smiled gently at Gwyneth,

upset? Didn't you just say it yourself? Your daddy likes Violet. Why would he be angry that your mommy likes

so, Violet

driver to let her

be

replied, nodding. "Just make sure Gwyneth gets home safe, and remember to call Mr.

off

for dinner, then to the amusement park, where Gwyneth had played to her heart's content.

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 and uncle, that Victoria had moved

was heading there

spot where Violet had insisted on getting out was on a private road. Night had fallen, and even

become. But as she walked, she realized there wasn't a soul around, and an uneasy feeling

and switched on the flashlight, nerves jangling as she hurried along. Regret prickled at her-she never should have insisted on getting

turning back now. She had to keep

she heard footsteps behind her a man's