The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 234

Violet beamed, her eyes crinkling with warmth.

McNeil frowned. "Yesterday, you called your mom. She said she was away on a business trip?"

Gwyneth nodded, a little confused. "Yeah…"

Something felt off today. Dad had never cared much about where Mom went before.

"Let's get in the car."

Violet was quick to usher them along, not wanting father and daughter to linger on the topic of Victoria. McNeil's expression stayed stony as he waited for Violet and Gwyneth to climb in, then closed the door behind them. Leaning down to the half-open window, he met Violet's eyes.

"You and Gwyn head home. I've got some things I need to finish at the office."

Violet paused, caught off guard. "What time will you be back tonight? I'll ask the chef to prepare you something for supper."

"That won't be necessary," McNeil replied coolly.

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That evening, Curtis invited Victoria and Ailie out for dinner.

Osborn wouldn't stop calling, practically harassing Victoria, until she finally had to ask Curtis for approval.

"Would it be all right if I invited a friend to join us?"

Curtis assumed she meant Yasmine, the one who often drove Victoria around, and agreed right away.

Osborn showed up wearing his signature blue scarf and a tracksuit, a lollipop tucked between his lips. The moment he realized they weren't alone, his expression darkened.

"I thought this was supposed to be our candlelit dinner."

Victoria handed him a plate and utensils, ignoring the comment.

"Let me introduce everyone," she said. "This is my boss, Mr. Curtis Garcia; my close friend and colleague, Ailie. And this is Osborn, an old friend of mine from Evermore City."

Curtis sized Osborn up; Osborn shot Curtis a glance in return.

"Mr. Garcia, that new game from Quantum Core Technologies is impressive," Osborn remarked.

Curtis's face shifted almost imperceptibly—he couldn't tell if that was a compliment or a veiled jab.