The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 337

Isaac looked at Marcus's miserable, lost expression and couldn't even muster the courage to offer him advice. All he could do was send a text to McNeil, hoping he'd come over and rescue them from this awkward mess.

"Marcus, come on, there are plenty of fish in the sea. A woman like that—well—”

She really was stunning; even Isaac had to admit he was practically drooling over her. Maybe, once things wrapped up, he'd work up the nerve to ask for her number if she'd even give it.

Marcus slumped onto the couch, his words sluggish and heavy.

"Isaac."

His voice sounded unusually low, almost guttural.

"Yeah?" Isaac glanced over at Victoria but, with Marcus there, he felt too self- conscious to approach her.

"Am I getting old?"

Isaac almost spat out his drink, choking on it as he glanced across the room at the group of young, ridiculously attractive guys-barely out of college, all sharp features and toned bodies.

They really were young, and damn near perfect.

Meanwhile, he and Marcus were pushing thirty; in a few years, they'd be well into

it.

"Come on, don't be ridiculous_"

Marcus took a long, hard swig of his drink.

"Marcus, maybe we should head somewhere else?" Isaac suggested, thinking maybe a bar with more women would do wonders for Marcus's confidence.

by that group of women, and with all those pretty boys around, guys like them didn't

up. Isaac, not ready to leave, cast one last longing look at Victoria, sighed, and shook his head as he

barely reached the door when McNeil

We're leaving!" Isaac called out, but

with the night, got into his car

coming or

the bar.

car door. "You can get a

Isaac standing

he lost his

about McNeil, and was just about to head back inside when a chorus of police sirens suddenly cut through the night, growing louder by the

"Shit-"

heavily armed police officers storm into the bar. He shrank back,

"What's going on? Are they after a fugitive

looked just as shocked. "This many cops,

just come out for a drink-no shady business, nothing illegal.

better look inside, just in time to see McNeil coming out-carrying a woman in

his head. Of all people, he never expected the usually

as McNeil ushered the woman into his car. She seemed to be struggling, but

police officers poured out of the bar, escorting a herd of those handsome young men out in cuffs. The music inside

bar get shut down in a raid like this before. Maybe the whole

McNeil, but

lingered around until the crowd had dispersed and the street was

realizing just how late

rang. It

hesitated, but