The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 327

The traffic light switched to green, and Curtis's car slowly pulled away from the amusement park.

Evening had begun to settle in. After one last stroll around the park, McNeil gathered Gwyneth and her mother, ushering them toward his SUV.

Victoria quickly realized that McNeil was taking a route she'd never seen before. It was clear he was determined to bring her and their daughter to Madonna's villa tonight.

Gwyneth sat in the backseat, cradling a pile of plush toys she'd won from the claw machines, her laughter bubbling with delight.

But even she noticed that the drive felt unfamiliar. In her sweet, childish voice, she piped up, "Daddy, where are we going now?"

"To Grandma's house," McNeil replied, voice cool and matter-of-fact.

Gwyneth's smile vanished.

"No, I don't want to go. Why do we have to see Grandma?"

She'd never liked Madonna.

Victoria felt the same way, though she wasn't about to stop her daughter from seeing her father's family. Still, she had no desire to go herself.

I just remembered

stay in the car if you want, but don't expect to see Paul again if

out, "Paul already belongs to

rolled up to a stately villa. The staff, recognizing McNeil's car, hurried to

and Gwyneth

while the housekeeper busied herself setting the table

their arrival, the staff greeted them, "Welcome home,

housekeeper glanced curiously at Victoria and Gwyneth. "And

before, though the child did bear a striking resemblance

Gwyneth by the hand.

when did the young master have a wife and child? Was the

glanced at the housekeeper. “Go call Mr. James and Mrs. Nelson downstairs. Tell them their

ignored her, heading straight to the dining table and fixing her

to come home for dinner tonight? And to

Madonna added, "Where's Violet? Why isn't

shrimp onto Gwyneth's plate her

clear she didn't see Victoria as part of the family. Upstairs, Paul and Mrs. Nelson came down,