The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 328

Aside from the fact that he never showed up for his own wedding and was rumored to have a mistress stashed somewhere, McNeil was, in Paul's eyes, practically flawless.

Right now, though, McNeil was eyeing Paul with clear disapproval. "Greet her properly-"

He repeated himself, and Paul glanced at Victoria. The emotions flickered across his face so fast and so raw that even Victoria felt a twinge of sympathy for him.

"Who is she, exactly?"

Is this my cousin's wife?

Paul's face was a kaleidoscope of emotions, every shade in the book. Mrs. Nelson nudged her son gently.

"Honestly, Paul, is that how you greet your cousin's wife for the first time? McNeil, don't mind him-he's spoiled, that's my fault. He doesn't know any better."

McNeil's voice was cool and even. "Ignorance is no crime."

Mrs. Nelson and Madonna exchanged confused glances, clearly not grasping McNeil's meaning, but Paul's striking, fox-like eyes narrowed, and for a long moment, he was at a loss for words.

Victoria hadn't expected McNeil to introduce her to his family like this. But then she thought back on his odd behavior over the past few days-clearly, he had gotten the wrong idea.

"Cousin, since we're meeting for the first time, let me toast you-"

nearly knocked his own glass

I can't accept that. If you want to drink, you should do it with McNeil-he can hold

first woman he'd ever had a crush on would turn out to be

understood why he'd been punched and

how was he supposed to

his first love, for

Paul to the married couple, a sense of

do you two have something to

to dinner, and why he'd brought Victoria

wife want

entirely, McNeil got straight to

and out of the blue that she couldn't help but

and her eyes sharpened. "Victoria,

toward Madonna. "I'm talking to Paul. This

her

"It's... it's about the software

Otherwise, getting forced to drink would be the least

the office about a gaming program that needs Paul's custom algorithm. He's brilliant-he solved a problem I've never been