The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 186

Director Louie was sweating bullets. He knew full well that Stein had made it clear—no one was to disturb him. But McNeil was another big shot he couldn’t afford to offend.

As Louie stood there, caught between a rock and a hard place, Stein broke the silence.

“Director Louie, tell my assistant to wait for me on the rooftop.”

Relieved as if he’d just been granted a pardon, Louie blurted out a hasty “Sure!” and practically stumbled out of the room.

With everyone else gone, Stein’s expression grew even colder.

“So, what is it you want to say?”

“In the military, interfering with a soldier’s marriage can land you in prison—or worse. General Campbell is a high-ranking officer. If he’s getting involved in someone else’s marriage, it wouldn’t be out of place for him to face a court-martial, would it?”

McNeil’s tone was icy, his anger barely contained. He was sure now—the man shacking up with Victoria was standing right in front of him.

Stein gave a dismissive laugh. “Is Mr. Langford even married? From what I’ve seen, his world has always been a bachelor’s playground. Otherwise, why flaunt a girlfriend with no official title in public?”

McNeil’s jaw clenched so tight it looked like he might grind his teeth to dust.

“My personal life is none of your business. I don’t owe you an explanation.”

Stein wasn’t interested in arguing.

“If you refuse to admit you have a wife, then no one’s destroying your marriage. You’re the only one making a mess of it, McNeil. And you’d better remember who you’re talking to. When the military court comes calling, it won’t be Stein on trial.”

With that, Stein strode forward, brushing past McNeil. McNeil’s fists tightened so hard his knuckles turned white; he’d never wanted to punch someone as badly as he did now. If he didn’t get it out of his system, he might explode.

“McNeil?”

A clear female voice echoed from the bend at the end of the hallway. Stein glanced indifferently over his shoulder; McNeil forced himself to unclench his fists, letting his hands fall to his sides.

Violet had come looking for McNeil, following the path he’d just taken. She spotted him at the far end of the corridor—with Stein.

Even from a distance, Violet could sense the tension crackling between the two men. The air was thick with unspoken hostility.

“General Campbell, I didn’t expect to see you here,” she greeted, her tone warm.

Stein didn’t bother acknowledging her. He didn’t owe her—or McNeil—so much as a nod. He walked on, eyes straight ahead, as if the hallway was empty.

Violet, unaccustomed to such chilly indifference, felt a wave of discomfort. But Stein was from Evermore City—there was no point getting upset about it.

She turned to McNeil. “What did you want with General Campbell?”

Maybe it was a woman’s intuition, but Violet sensed that something wasn’t quite right between McNeil and Stein.