The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 316

McNeil raised an eyebrow, and when Paul glanced at the unexpected visitor, realizing it wasn't Victoria, he paused in surprise.

"Cousin, what brings you here so late?"

Paul opened the door and let McNeil in. McNeil immediately noticed how spotless the place was neat, organized, not a speck of dust in sight.

He remembered the last time he'd visited this kid, the apartment had been a complete disaster. Now, it looked like a whole new place.

"Not happy to see me?"

On the way over, McNeil had picked up some snacks for him. But when he tried to put them in the fridge, he realized there wasn't any room. The fridge was packed

to the brim, everything arranged so precisely it was almost military. That was definitely not Paul's style.

"Got yourself a girlfriend? Or maybe someone older?"

Paul grabbed two beers from the fridge, tossed one to McNeil, and cracked open his own with an easy pop. He took a long swig.

"Nah. Just a woman who thinks she can get something out of me. She comes by every day-cleans up the place, cooks dinner. So, what brings you here?"

Paul spoke with his usual nonchalance, barely giving Victoria a second thought.

A faint smile tugged at McNeil's lips.

"Don't mess with me. What could she possibly get from you?"

Paul didn't answer. His cousin didn't know the woman anyway; there wasn't much

to say.

asked me to check

of sarcasm in

the same as always-miserable

about coming home and joining the family business?" McNeil's

you showed up in the middle of the night just to try

gaming company, maybe I'd consider it. But the old-fashioned stuff? Not a

just needed to check off this little duty so his mother would

never wanted the family business, but as the only grandson-and with his father gone

burdens or that sense of duty. He just wanted to

get

leave, but as he did, something tugged at the

surprise, found a pearl earring

about to hand it to Paul-probably that "older woman" he'd mentioned— when the light hit the

all too well. It was the exact pair he'd bought for Victoria on their second wedding anniversary, imported from South Africa-a one-of-a-kind set. There wasn't another

a flicker of emotion, McNeil

out to the door. For some reason, he felt like his cousin had

a pretty good mood when he arrived, but now

lady come over to,

question seemed odd, but Paul didn't

her a bit. She comes by around five or six in the evening, cooks dinner, tidies up. Usually stays until

still mentally retracing Victoria's schedule when he suddenly took a hard punch

the hell,

mom-your aunt-asked me to look after you. If she ever gets