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.

mom asked me to

a hint of

the

joining the family business?" McNeil's words wiped the smirk off

tell me you showed up in the middle of the night just to try and convince

"You know I'm not like you. I like my freedom. I like things the old folks would never approve of. If the family ran a gaming company, maybe I'd consider it. But the old-fashioned stuff? Not a chance. And I'd lose my mind having to schmooze those old men in suits all day.

envoy. He just needed to check off this little duty so his mother would stop

business, but as the only grandson-and with his father gone the responsibility had landed on

have those burdens or that sense of duty. He just wanted

get out of

he did, something tugged at the corner

down and, to his surprise, found a pearl earring caught on the

about to hand it to Paul-probably that "older woman"

all too well. It was the exact pair he'd bought for Victoria on their second wedding anniversary, imported from South Africa-a

flicker of emotion, McNeil slipped the

the door. For some

when he arrived,

when does this lady come over to, uh,

seemed odd, but Paul didn't overthink

a bit much. I'm not that much of a jerk. I just like messing with her a bit. She comes by around five or six in the evening, cooks dinner, tidies up. Usually stays until after midnight. Once, she even

retracing Victoria's schedule when he

the hell, man? Why'd you

after you. If she ever gets sick,