The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 292

Victoria was trembling with anger, every muscle in her body taut with outrage at his shamelessness. She was trapped in McNeil's arms, unable to move.

Right in front of her, McNeil leisurely unwrapped the box, his actions unhurried and deliberate. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, lips grazing that sensitive spot just behind it.

"Trying to plead for Ailie's sake, are you?" His voice was almost amused. "I'm curious, Victoria-just how much are you willing to sacrifice for that cheap affection of yours? Are you still the woman I once knew?"

She faced away from him, but even through the thin fabric of her blouse, she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"I'm letting go of dead weight, not profit..." she said quietly.

She could give herself up, but she'd never abandon her interests.

After all the twists and turns, the only thing that truly mattered-the only real gain -was genuine affection. But someone like McNeil would never understand that.

He stilled, then gripped her chin and turned her face toward him, studying her with an intensity that seemed to strip her soul bare. For a few seconds, he simply stared. Then McNeil's lips curved into a cold smile.

"So, you figured it out?"

Victoria blanched, the blood draining from her face. McNeil had already let go of her, striding over to his desk and pulling a pack of cigarettes from the second drawer.

He took one out and tucked it between his lips, but didn't light it. Instead, he looked at her sideways, eyes sharp.

"What do you want, McNeil?" she demanded.

Ailie, I don't mind you spending the night with me. But if you're

then once won't

shook uncontrollably, like a leaf caught in a

targeting him?" Her voice was

expression was calm, almost bored, but

he replied

but he caught her wrist before she could strike. With

"You

dissolved between their

the low, desperate sounds that filled

...

later, outside the office, the secretary rose from her seat, looking anxiously

"Ms. Marchand..."

Violet wore an easy smile and a crisp, white business suit that made

Langford in?" Violet asked, frowning slightly at the drawn curtains inside the office. Had some important client arrived? Or was there a secret

the first

by The Langford Group to go over some cooperation details-and figured she'd use the chance to visit McNeil as well. But the office door was closed, the curtains drawn tight, making the

answer. Mr. Langford and Ms. Turner had been in

curtains shut tight and the soundproofing nearly perfect, no one knew what was happening

secretary didn't dare think too much, much less say it

She'd asked the

knowing grin and a teasing wink. "You office folks sure know how