The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 470

McNeil's voice was ice-cold. "Mr. Campbell makes it sound so easy-he seduced another man's wife and still manages to look like the noble one."

He turned on his heel, not bothering to look back. Stein's driver, who had overheard McNeil's words, exchanged a glance with him. Their families had served the Campbells for generations.

"General, want me to teach that guy a lesson?" the driver asked quietly.

Stein didn't seem the least bit bothered. "Let it go. Just drive."

When McNeil slid into his own car, the nanny caught sight of his stormy expression and immediately shrank back, barely daring to breathe.

The truth was, Mr. Langford was usually a gentle man. He wasn't much of a talker, but he was genuinely good to his wife and children. The household staff often whispered that he even owned a company and was quite wealthy.

The nanny had worked in a few upscale homes before, and she'd always harbored doubts about Mrs. Langford's status. Couples with that kind of closeness were rare among the rich-it was usually the mistress who got pampered like that.

Mr. Langford spent nearly all his time at home, doting on his wife and kids. The nanny couldn't recall ever seeing him leave the house.

Later, she overheard a bit of gossip: apparently, Mr. and Mrs. Langford were already divorced. Now it was Mr. Langford clinging to her, afraid to leave her side because Mrs. Langford had plenty of suitors. He simply couldn't bear to be apart from her.

Thankfully, the children were sound asleep. Even so, the nanny felt a heavy pressure in the air with Mr. Langford's dark mood. She unconsciously lowered her head, trying to make herself invisible.

McNeil kept his eyes fixed on the front door, waiting. Before long, Victoria emerged.

discreet spot with a good

back," McNeil said

arriving at the house nearly ten minutes

Victoria finally returned, McNeil was in the kitchen preparing

a moment, before Victoria turned away and went

her, lingering as she disappeared into the kids' room and waited until she came back

to see Stein

he asked,

the

in as

the

and picked up a slice

brows furrowing slightly. "Were you following

curled at McNeil's lips. "Was it Stein who

have I not made myself clear? You're you, and I'm me. I only let you stay

sake of the

pull this again-"

not bothering to

counter and caught her arm. "Victoria, do you

think Stein loves you?"

anger burning in his