The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 490

Marcus hadn't expected McNeil to show up, but he didn't seem the least bit awkward-in fact, his eyes flashed with open challenge.

“So, Mr. Langford, you and Vicky are pretty close, huh?"

He asked the question even though he already knew the answer, a hint of jealousy sharpening his tone.

Now that the divorce was final, the only thing tying him and Victoria together was their daughter. They weren't even friends, let alone a couple. He hadn't invited McNeil along for lunch, so McNeil's sudden appearance felt as subtle as a spotlight on a quiet stage.

McNeil's lips curled into a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I thought you were always swamped, Mr. Green. You never seem to have time for a drink with friends, but suddenly you're free now?"

Did he not hear Gwyneth call out "Daddy"? Or did he just choose to ignore it?

Standing there in front of his ex-wife, her child, and her ex-husband, did he not feel even the slightest bit out of place?

Marcus shot him a dry smile. "Right back at you. Haven't seen much of you these past six months. You barely show up at the office. Aren't you afraid it'll all fall apart?"

The two former friends volleyed barbs across the table. Gwyneth and Max glanced back and forth between them, unsure what to make of any of it, until finally Gwyneth piped up, her little-girl voice cutting through the tension.

"Daddy, are you and Mr. Green fighting over Mommy?"

Both men fell abruptly silent.

Victoria's gaze was icy as she looked at McNeil. "Did you need something?"

McNeil dialed back the hostility, focusing on business. "I need to stop by Dad's later and bring Gwyn. Chris and Celia will be there too-he wants to see his grandchildren."

Victoria, but his

down with deliberate calm. Not a flicker of

bounced in her seat, then turned to

perceptive one, sensed the tension right away. "I'd better not," he said quickly. “My uncle and I have

Mr. Langford. The way

Gwyneth called Mr. Langford "Daddy." So, Mr. Langford and

uncle had

The more Marcus pretended

disappointed. She'd hoped Max could

word, McNeil was

getting late. Let's

shot him a bewildered

voice low. "Dad likes to nap after lunch. We need

before he finishes eating, or he'll be

he is once he asks, I'm not exactly in

dad wants to the kids, you should go. We can reschedule,” Marcus said, finally breaking his silence

see.

arms,

pull away, he wouldn't let

was

the three of them-plus

like every eye in the