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?"

"Stay out of it. This has nothing to

Isaac. "Get her

him to a pulp,

McNeil. Do you 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.

you insane?

McNeil looked straight at her, his eyes dark and

What are you, a mind reader? Get out. Get as far away from me as you can. I don't want

just a moment, then broke down

this for Gwyn. I get it, I really do. I don't blame you. I've been waiting by your side all this time... Whenever you

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

what the hell is wrong

voice was colder than ever. "There's nothing wrong with him.

let out a bitter, mocking

the biggest hypocrite I've ever met. Manipulative and calculating. Why else would McNeil

seeing another man behind McNeil's back for ages—someone you all

both froze. Isaac just looked more bewildered