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.

to check in on

hint of sarcasm in

the same as always-miserable but still

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

a thousand times. Don't tell me you showed up in the

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

play the family envoy. He just needed to check off

wanted the family business, but as the only grandson-and with his father gone the responsibility had

sense of duty. He just

you're fine, I'll get

did, something tugged at the corner of

surprise, found a pearl earring caught on the

to Paul-probably that "older woman" he'd mentioned— when the

he'd bought for Victoria on their

of emotion, McNeil slipped the earring

him out to the door. For some reason, he felt

when he arrived, but now his look was

lady come over to,

seemed odd, but

messing with her a bit. She comes by around five or six in the evening, cooks dinner,

when he suddenly took a hard punch to

his nose. "What the hell, man? Why'd

icy. "My mom-your aunt-asked me to look after you. If she