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."

but his

the glass down with

in her seat, then turned to McNeil. "Daddy, can Max come

tension right away. "I'd better not," he said quickly.

picked up on the bad blood between his uncle and Mr.

So, Mr. Langford and Aunt Victoria-they were the real couple,

had just

pretended not to care, the more

clearly disappointed. She'd hoped

Victoria could say a word, McNeil was already standing

late.

shot him a

glanced at her, voice low. "Dad likes to nap after lunch. We

finishes eating, or he'll be

know how he is once he

kids, you should go. We can reschedule,” Marcus said, finally breaking his silence so

see.

arms, reaching out his other hand for Victoria.

to pull away, he wouldn't let

restaurant was crowded,

of

eye