The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 406

McNeil suddenly snapped, as if something inside him had been jolted awake. Moments ago, he had been passive, but now he fired right back at Curtis.

He looked like a lion ready to tear someone apart, eyes bloodshot as he glared at Curtis and Marcus. "Love? Is that what you call it? You guys just can't keep your hands off someone else's wife. Are all the women in the world dead, or what?"

Curtis wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the ghost of a smirk appearing.

"How was I supposed to know she was your wife at first? She worked at my firm for ages and I never saw you make a single move. The only reason I didn't go after her was because I knew she was married."

Curtis' tone turned cold. "But if I'd known her husband was you? I would've stolen her away a long time ago."

Marcus, still the picture of composure, lounged on the couch, quietly observing the two of them. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled slowly.

"Since

you called us all here today, why don't we just lay our cards on the table?"

His calm, unhurried manner drew every eye in the room, though no one could guess what he'd say next.

Victoria. Doesn't matter whose wife she was-she's divorced now. Chasing after her isn't

expression soured to the point

men had carried a secret crush on her, she clearly remembered how they'd always backed off, being polite and deferential to each other.

Marcus. Marcus barely flinched,

awkwardly off to the side, invisible to everyone, not even

finally stepped between them, playing peacemaker. "Fighting over this-is it really worth it? Does your so-called goddess even know you're

then shrugged. "You know what? Why not just compete fair and square-no more

was shaking with rage. "Seriously? She's just the woman McNeil dumped and you're all still chasing after her?

shot her a look of open annoyance. "We weren't talking to you. Mind your own business

to compose herself and looked at McNeil.

"Go home.

fingers, summoning two servers. "Show her

glance her way, not so much as a

I'm leaving," she muttered,

door closed behind her, Isaac dropped onto the couch, arms folded. "Alright, McNeil. You want to tell us what's