The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 330

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

wasn't her. When Xenia finishes

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

bar, Isaac knocked back a few drinks and eyed Violet. "What's up?" Violet forced a

few rounds in, Isaac lost any filter he had. "Busy, huh? Is he

"Didn't you just say he's

looked over at Curtis. "Mr. Garcia, how about

shot Marcus an indifferent look. "If

then I'll

Isaac didn't care if she

McNeil. Everyone pretended to keep drinking, but their ears might as well have been perked up

you? Come

answered Isaac's call right

sitting nearby, turned even paler as

with you?" McNeil

and Curtis. Who else would it be?" He

voice was deliberately firm. "Not

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