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.

and with all those pretty boys around, guys like

longing look at

barely reached the door when McNeil

Isaac called out, but McNeil didn't seem to hear

done with the night, got into his

you coming or

the bar. "Isn't he here for

shut the car door. "You can get a ride home

that, he sped off, leaving Isaac standing there, dumbfounded, watching Marcus's car disappear down the

his

about McNeil, and was just about to head back inside when a chorus of police sirens suddenly cut through

"Shit-"

of heavily armed police officers storm into the bar. He shrank

going on? Are they

looked just as shocked. "This many cops, at this hour? Maybe

No way. He'd just come out for a drink-no shady business, nothing illegal. How the hell did this turn

to get a better look inside, just in time

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

as McNeil ushered the woman into his car. She seemed

swarm of police officers poured out of the bar, escorting a herd of those handsome young men out in cuffs. The music inside abruptly stopped, and someone slapped two giant white X-shaped

never seen a regular bar get shut down in a raid like this before. Maybe

called McNeil, but nobody

until the crowd had

just how late it

phone rang. It

hesitated, but