The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 345

Where Curtis couldn't see, McNeil sat looking perfectly composed, yet his knee kept brushing against Victoria's beneath the table-sometimes by accident, sometimes not. With Curtis and Paul right there, Victoria knew that moving away too obviously would only draw attention.

She took the chance, while pretending to look out the window, to shoot McNeil a sharp glare.

It was wasted; McNeil acted as if he hadn't noticed, even reaching over to squeeze her hand, refusing to let go no matter how she tried.

Victoria had no choice but to endure it until they finally got out of the car, where she wrenched her hand free at last.

Curtis led them to a private room; once they'd settled in, a server brought over the menus. Curtis nodded toward the server, "Let the lady order."

The server understood at once and handed the menu directly to Victoria.

Curtis had wanted Victoria to sit beside him, but McNeil quickly nudged Paul into that seat.

"Go on, have a good chat with Mr. Garcia. He's an expert when it comes to business."

Paul, clearly unhappy, took the seat. That left the spot beside Curtis open, and McNeil took it for himself as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Now, Victoria had to choose: either sit next to Paul or take the seat beside McNeil.

It was a table for six; technically, Victoria had other options.

looked straight

it clear he expected to be obeyed,

obvious? If Curtis

sit beside him, then do it," Curtis said, breaking the silence. It sounded more like an order from him

that moment, the door to the private room swung open and Violet walked in. Both McNeil and

In his eyes, she was a pale shadow compared to Vivian-unlikely to interest him, and frankly, he didn't

the office. When

Victoria doing

spoke up, "Ms. Marchand is here because I invited her. McNeil, you

for any reaction. She

here?" Paul offered, catching on faster than most. Unlike the others, he knew all about the tangled triangle between Victoria, McNeil, and Violet. He also understood that Curtis and Victoria's marriage was a well-kept secret; unless McNeil himself decided to make it public, Paul wasn't about to stir up that hornet's nest. He valued his life far too

Langford and Nelson families and frankly, all of Starfall City- knew about McNeil

his chance, beckoning

warning. "Let Ms. Marchand sit with you. Ms. Turner doesn't need to give up

to let Victoria leave his side. Violet's face tightened, and Paul looked like he'd swallowed a lemon.

five seconds. Only when the server came in with a

with Violet and Victoria seated directly across from one another-and McNeil at Victoria's side-Violet couldn't help but notice how