The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 426

"Boss, how come we haven't seen anyone from Osborn's crew in ages?"

One of the guys in the convoy sounded puzzled; Osborn was usually glued to them whenever they met, practically their shadow. There'd never been a get- together without him, yet lately, it was as if he'd vanished off the face of the earth.

Lyndon glanced at the guy, and Osborn's name made his thoughts drift to McNeil. For a moment, his gaze darkened.

Victoria paid no mind to their idle chatter, though she was a little surprised herself —she'd underestimated McNeil's patience, given how riled up they'd gotten him. Guess the man had more restraint than she gave him credit for.

Someone turned to Victoria. "Boss, what's your plan now?"

Victoria peeled off her disposable gloves, looking utterly unconcerned. "What plan?"

The guy blinked, thrown off by her feigned ignorance. Of course, he was asking about her and McNeil.

Victoria played dumb, as if she hadn't the faintest idea. Frankly, she was done making any plans that involved McNeil. She knew him well enough to recognize he'd do whatever he wanted, no matter how many people tried to stop him. If he wanted to make a mess of things, let him. It was none of her concern anymore. As far as she was concerned, she'd severed all ties.

"Honestly, you might as well just marry Lyndon here," another teammate joked. "Maybe then Mr. Langford would finally give up."

suggestion earned a round of cheers

sitting nearby, kept quiet, but the grin tugging at his lips

her eyes, unfazed by their nonsense. "Alright, that's enough, you guys. Don't try to rope me into any more bad ideas. I just escaped the prison of marriage—I

me isn't good enough for

look. "You're still a kid. Go date someone your own age and stop setting your sights on a twice-divorced woman

further. "I'm twenty-three. Who's still calling me a

the crew nearly choked on their beer at that, and even Victoria couldn't

getting old," she said, steering the conversation away

her phone

unexpectedly on

his first words caught her off guard: "Victoria,

What?

still drinking and gossiping, not noticing the surprise flickering in Victoria's eyes as she took the

still stunned. Curtis had moved Quantum Core Technologies to

meant to let you know sooner, but figured I'd wait until everything

still reeling, frowned. "Did McNeil talk

the house across from hers-now he was moving the company