The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 315

The driver suddenly changed course halfway through the trip, steering the car straight toward Victoria's house.

Haley was more than a little surprised to see McNeil show up unannounced. She knew he'd come on his own, because the lady of the house had gone straight to bed after coming home-there was no way she'd arranged to meet with him. "Sir," Haley greeted, opening the door.

"Where's Mrs. Langford?" McNeil asked immediately.

"She's already in bed for the night."

McNeil checked his watch, skeptical. "Asleep? This early?"

Hearing that Victoria was home, his mood improved slightly.

Haley explained, "She's barely been sleeping these days. For the past week, she's come home in the early hours, sometimes not until sunrise. The company must be keeping her busy. Tonight, she had dinner and then went straight upstairs to rest."

McNeil felt a surge of heat rush to his head. "She's been staying out all night?"

Haley suddenly realized she might've said too much, but what was done was done there was no taking it back.

Before she could think of how to salvage the situation, she heard the car door slam shut behind her. McNeil had already gone.

into him lately?" Haley muttered. "He seems

been like this before-always calm, always courteous, never one to let his emotions show. Even when Victoria had argued with him

leaving just as abruptly. It was

found herself wondering what had happened between him and Victoria this time. From her perspective, if Victoria truly didn't care for him anymore, she'd actually support them

away and not even bother to explain. He had no desire to return to the villa they'd shared; the anger burning inside him

Gwyneth was in the living room, happily playing with her cousins, and didn't notice McNeil's arrival. His mother, Madonna Nelson, hadn't seen her son in ages, but

was that McNeil and Victoria seemed to have

had to offer her a treat or two, and the little girl would

noticed her son's sour mood. When he headed off to

Whatever you

leave, only for

come back yet. He's worried sick about that precious son of his. If you've got time, go check in on

fished a cigarette out

do, babysit him?

he does is mess around with useless things-computer games, cars, extreme sports, never a quiet moment. Your uncle wants him to come back and take over the family business, but Paul ignores him. At least he listens to

lit his cigarette, taking a long drag. "And what do you want

Violet, you'd at least listen to her. She's been trying to marry into this family for years—who