The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 405

Marcus took a calm sip of his whiskey.

“Help? Help with what? You want me to jump in and help Curtis beat up McNeil? Please. I'm not getting my hands dirty over this."

Isaac stared at him, speechless.

"No one's asking you to throw punches. Just break them up. We're supposed to be friends, aren't we? Whatever happened to just talking things out? What could possibly be worth a fight?"

"When we were in school, all three of you liked Violet, but I don't remember you ever beating each other to a pulp over her."

Marcus's expression turned icy. "That was different. This time, he's asking for it. Curtis, if you get tired, let me take a turn."

By the time Violet arrived, the private lounge was already in chaos. Curtis showed no signs of stopping, while McNeil's eyebrow was split and bleeding. Violet was so shocked she ran straight over, trying to shield McNeil.

He shoved her aside without a second thought.

"What the hell are you doing?" Violet cried. "I had to ask the housekeeper to find out where you'd all gone. I figured you'd end up at a bar, but it's not even midnight and you're already wasted and brawling. Why?"

snapped, "Stay out of it. This has nothing to

Isaac. "Get her out of

to beat him to a pulp, so be

remember how you treated Victoria when she worked at my company? I decided back then that if I ever met her husband, I'd punch him just to get some justice for her. Funny thing is, her jerk

blocked Curtis, desperate to stop him. "Curtis, are you insane? You know McNeil never loved her. All of

now, and for the first time, McNeil looked straight at

mind reader? Get out. Get as far away from me as

a moment, then

I don't blame you. I've been waiting by your side all this time... Whenever you want to

one last punch on McNeil. "Marriage, huh? Well, cheers to that. Here's to a long and

the hell

nothing wrong with him. He's just in love

out a

met. Manipulative and calculating. Why else would McNeil marry her

let her fool you. She's been seeing another man behind McNeil's back for ages—someone you all know.

just looked more bewildered