The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 491

McNeil took Gwyneth by the hand and led her to the door.

Victoria knew full well he was up to something, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Especially when McNeil had the nerve to look at her with that gentle, caring expression.

"Sorry to interrupt your dinner. If it's not convenient, I can go to the Turners' and pick up the kids myself."

There he was, speaking as if it were nothing, tossing out an excuse no one in their right mind would believe, let alone apologize for.

Victoria was momentarily speechless.

He'd sabotaged her evening and still had the audacity to act innocent. Honestly, only someone like McNeil could pull a stunt like this without batting an eye.

"No need. Take Gwyneth with you. I'll go pick up Chris and Celia."

"Alright. By the way, Grandpa's been missing you. You might want to stop by and see him-he's not getting any younger, and you never know how many more visits there'll be."

The words landed heavily, as if he wasn't forcing her, yet making it almost impossible for her to refuse going back to the family home.

Appealing to her emotions, guilt-tripping her with logic-no wonder the old man favored this grandson.

Truly, McNeil's shamelessness and cunning knew no bounds.

reached for the door. McNeil politely gestured for her

of concern. More likely, he just wanted to keep an eye on

Typical.

was so calculating. She'd never noticed before that he could take all those underhanded business tactics and turn them

really think she was worth

and drove straight to the

to see McNeil standing at the door, holding

Mr. Langford and Miss Victoria patched

there was an

Chris and Celia awake? We're heading over to see their great-

Gwyneth

"I'll wait

McNeil stayed outside

Ponounced into the house,

hand

if

that, he turned and walked back to

Let

against the hood, tall and lean in his classic black suit, every line

jacket, fished out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one, his expression unreadable, entirely