The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 275

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Gwyneth could hardly believe that something she'd wanted for so long was suddenly hers.

She clung to it tightly, her big, shining eyes darting between Curtis and Marcus, wide as saucers.

McNeil leaned in close to his daughter, his expression calm. "Say thank you to your uncles."

Gwyneth beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Garcia. Thank you, Mr. Green!"

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Before any of the adults could react, Max grabbed Gwyneth's hand and dashed off with her.

Curtis and Marcus stood rooted to the spot, their faces flushed, necks stiff.

Just now, as they'd looked at Gwyneth, both men, for reasons they couldn't quite explain, had thought of the same person.

Victoria? Fannie?

Were they hallucinating? Losing their minds?

It was absurd, but for a moment, they actually thought little Gwyneth resembled the women they each secretly loved.

When the model car ended up in Gwyneth's arms, neither man had the heart to snatch it away from her.

Marcus watched the two kids racing out of the room, especially Max. His gaze darkened.

He'd raised a little traitor, it seemed. The boy wasn't even grown yet, and already he'd forgotten his uncle the moment he had a "girlfriend."

Marcus thought, if those two ever truly fell for each other when they got older, his life's mission would be to split them up.

"Seriously, you two," Isaac drawled, "glaring at each other over a toy car like a couple of jealous hens. It's not like you're fighting over a woman…"

Two murderous glares shot in Isaac's direction.

Correction—three.