The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 431

"Boss-McNeil-"

Someone spotted McNeil approaching, but Victoria barely flinched. She just said coolly, "Let's go."

She wasn't the least bit surprised he'd shown up again. Who knew what he wanted this time.

McNeil strode toward her, but Victoria pretended not to see him.

"Victoria "

Lyndon stepped right into McNeil's line of sight and called to the others, "You guys, get Vicky out of here first."

A storm brewed in McNeil's dark eyes.

"Vicky? That's what you call her now?"

He didn't wait for an answer. His fist shot out, catching Lyndon square in the jaw.

But Lyndon wasn't about to roll over, and the rest of the crew, who'd already

started to leave, rushed back when they saw the scuffle break out.

The moment Lyndon took that punch, everyone piled on McNeil.

He fought back-one against twelve-and somehow, he held his own.

chaos. The stadium security, hearing

of the car, her face icy as she

into the mess, hand on her belly. "McNeil, have

cut through the uproar, distracting McNeil just long enough for someone to

ready to keep going, but Victoria's voice

what you call maturity-brawling in public, like there's

furious, her

the others and

"Are you alright?"

added, "Don't worry. None of them can take me down. You don't have to be

brushed off his

"Don't flatter

you. Lyndon,

you

another fight, we're

through."

anger was unmistakable. Lyndon finally backed off, wiping blood from his

McNeil a murderous

deliberately rammed his shoulder

our boss. She's

Something in McNeil's expression cracked.

mocking smile tugged at Victoria's lips. "Mr. Langford, they're my teammates. We've been through hell together. I remember the time Ms. Marchand called you, and you left without a word. My team needs me.

looked at him, her face shadowed