The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 345

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.

McNeil looked straight at her.

expected to be obeyed, nodding toward the seat at his

be this obvious? If Curtis got the wrong idea about her and McNeil, things

Curtis said, breaking the silence. It

the door to the private room swung open and Violet walked in. Both McNeil and Paul were caught off guard for a

stand Violet. In his eyes, she was a pale shadow compared to

dressed in her sharp business attire, fresh from the office. When she spotted Victoria sitting next to McNeil, her

was Victoria

"Ms. Marchand is here because I invited her. McNeil, you two are a couple couldn't have dinner without both

watching for any reaction. She kept her face perfectly

understood that Curtis and Victoria's marriage was a well-kept secret; unless McNeil himself decided to make it public, Paul

and Nelson families and frankly, all of Starfall City- knew

seized his chance,

frosty glare, full of warning. "Let Ms. Marchand sit with

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

a long, searching look, holding his gaze for a full five seconds. Only when the server came in

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

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