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.

straight at

be obeyed, nodding toward

little. Victoria was exasperated-was McNeil trying to be this obvious? If Curtis got

Langford wants you to sit beside him, then do it," Curtis said, breaking the silence. It sounded more like an order from him than a

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

couldn't stand Violet. In his eyes, she was a pale shadow compared to Vivian-unlikely to interest him, and

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

Victoria

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

Victoria, watching for any reaction. She kept

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.

and Nelson families and frankly, all of

his chance, beckoning Victoria

shot Paul a frosty glare, full of warning. "Let Ms. Marchand sit

tightened, and Paul looked like he'd swallowed a lemon. He

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

at Victoria's side-Violet couldn't help but notice how well Victoria and McNeil

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