The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 422

McNeil looked at the icy expression on Victoria's face and finally relented.

"Fine. I agree."

He knew she was furious, but right now, he'd agree to anything if it meant he could stay near her.

"Good. I'll have my assistant send you a meal plan later. Just follow it each day."

McNeil's expression darkened, but he said nothing.

Victoria turned and walked back to the living room. He was about to follow when the door slammed shut in his face.

Left alone in the hallway, McNeil's face clouded over completely.

If she wanted him to cook, shouldn't she at least let him inside?

His phone buzzed in his hand. He glanced at the screen-it was a message from Victoria.

"Arrive and leave work on time. Outside of work hours, you go home."

for a long moment, but found no hint of reconciliation in her

him as nothing more than

fight had drained out of him.

reply and the corners of her mouth lifted in a

at her cautiously. "Ms. Turner, aren't you going to let Mr.

shrugged. "Why should I? Call Lyndon and the others for me. Tell them I'm throwing a party here tomorrow. Then make a list of

she spoke,

fish, some want stew, and there are a few who'd rather have pasta. About ten people in all. If we start tonight and go

an eyebrow. So this was what Ms. Turner meant by having Mr.

Well, well.

version of "angry" came with a unique

He'd only had the basics moved in: a bed, a few pieces of

spacious, modern loft felt cold

at Evermore City's dazzling

thought, he

be out of the office for a while-traveling for business. The board

Maynard answered, "Understood."

hesitated, then asked, "If Ms. Marchand calls,

she needs anything, she'll contact me directly. You