The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 247

Marcus caught sight of McNeil's car and said casually, "That's the friend I mentioned to you—he and his girlfriend are here to pick up his daughter from school today too."

Victoria responded with a noncommittal "oh," showing little interest in the well-worn gossip about McNeil and Violet. Frankly, she'd heard enough about their drama to last a lifetime.

Marcus had expected Victoria to at least ask a few questions about McNeil. He'd never been much of a gossip himself, but lately he was just looking for any excuse to keep the conversation going with her. To his surprise, she seemed entirely uninterested.

They got into the car. As Victoria settled into her seat, she noticed Marcus watching her through the rearview mirror. "What is it?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just thought you'd be curious. My friend is the CEO of The Langford Group. I figured you'd want to know more."

Marcus was almost amused by her cool indifference. He knew plenty of women who used that kind of aloofness to draw attention, but with Victoria, it seemed genuine.

"I'm not really interested in that sort of thing," Victoria replied. "Besides, I don't know anyone from the business world."

Anything involving McNeil was the last thing she wanted to discuss.

Marcus felt a twinge of disappointment, but that only made him more intrigued by her.

"I suppose not," he said. Women like Victoria, who didn't swoon at the mention of wealth and power, were a rarity these days. Maybe that was part of what made "Fannie" so irresistible to him.

Across the parking lot, Gwyneth's eyes grew wide as she stared at Marcus's car. She'd spotted Victoria getting inside, and now the car was slowly pulling away.

"What are you staring at?" McNeil asked, scooping Gwyneth into his arms. Her cheeks were flushed with indignation.

"Daddy, I saw Mom again!"

She pointed at Marcus's car. "Turns out Mom is the ‘Miss Fannie' that little rascal was talking about. She must be the one who taught him those video games!"

"What little rascal? Who are you talking about, Gwyn?" McNeil asked, though he already suspected the answer.