The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 330

Victoria didn't let go of McNeil's hand until they reached the front gate. "The show's over. I can walk by myself."

McNeil stood outside in the wind, holding Gwyneth in his arms, his face growing colder by the second.

Once they got in the car, Victoria and Gwyneth sat together in the backseat.

Through the rearview mirror, McNeil glanced at Victoria, but she turned her face away, staring out the window. In truth, there was nothing to see-just darkness pressing up against the glass.

When they arrived home, Victoria got out with Gwyneth without waiting for anyone to open the door.

McNeil followed them inside. As soon as they stepped into the living room, his phone began to ring. The caller ID said Violet.

Victoria's steps faltered just a moment; she seemed to know who it was, but she didn't turn around. Instead, she went straight upstairs.

McNeil shoved his phone back into his pocket without answering.

Gwyneth looked up at him. "Daddy, who was that? Was it Violet?"

She hadn't eaten enough at Grandma's house, and if Violet was calling, maybe it meant they could go out and get something tasty.

called out to Xenia, the housekeeper. "Could you make something for my wife and daughter? And

"No, it wasn't her. When Xenia finishes

food at Madonna's house, and he himself hadn't taken a single

one picked up. At the bar, Isaac knocked back a few drinks and eyed

rounds in, Isaac lost any filter he had. "Busy, huh? Is he really busy, or just dodging your call? Marcus, why don't you try calling

just say he's at

at Curtis. "Mr. Garcia,

Marcus an indifferent look. "If you're not calling,

fine, if none of you are calling, then I'll do it. Maybe he'll bring his wife out for

if she was happy or not; he was

phone and dialed McNeil. Everyone pretended to keep drinking, but their ears might as well have been

are you?

Isaac's call

nearby, turned even paler

with you?"

and Curtis. Who

spoke again, his voice was deliberately