The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 316

McNeil raised an eyebrow, and when Paul glanced at the unexpected visitor, realizing it wasn’t Victoria, he paused in surprise.

“Cousin, what brings you here so late?”

Paul opened the door and let McNeil in. McNeil immediately noticed how spotless the place was—neat, organized, not a speck of dust in sight.

He remembered the last time he’d visited this kid, the apartment had been a complete disaster. Now, it looked like a whole new place.

“Not happy to see me?”

On the way over, McNeil had picked up some snacks for him. But when he tried to put them in the fridge, he realized there wasn’t any room. The fridge was packed to the brim, everything arranged so precisely it was almost military. That was definitely not Paul’s style.

“Got yourself a girlfriend? Or maybe someone older?”

Paul grabbed two beers from the fridge, tossed one to McNeil, and cracked open his own with an easy pop. He took a long swig.

“Nah. Just a woman who thinks she can get something out of me. She comes by every day—cleans up the place, cooks dinner. So, what brings you here?”

Paul spoke with his usual nonchalance, barely giving Victoria a second thought.

A faint smile tugged at McNeil’s lips.

“Don’t mess with me. What could she possibly get from you?”

Paul didn’t answer. His cousin didn’t know the woman anyway; there wasn’t much to say.

“My mom asked me to check in on you.”

Paul snorted, a hint of sarcasm in his laugh.

“What’s there to check? I’m the same as always—miserable but still kicking.”

“Ever thought about coming home and joining the family business?”

McNeil’s words wiped the smirk off Paul’s face.

“My parents have nagged me about that a thousand times. Don’t tell me you showed up in the middle of the night just to try and convince me, too.”

He shot McNeil a look. “You know I’m not like you. I like my freedom. I like things the old folks would never approve of. If the family ran a gaming company, maybe I’d consider it. But the old-fashioned stuff? Not a chance. And I’d lose my mind having to schmooze those old men in suits all day. Doesn’t it bother you, dressing up like that all the time?”

McNeil wasn’t here to play the family envoy. He just needed to check off this little duty so his mother would stop nagging him.

After all, he’d never wanted the family business, but as the only grandson—and with his father gone—the responsibility had landed on him.

Paul didn’t have those burdens or that sense of duty. He just wanted to live his own life.

“If you’re fine, I’ll get out of your hair.”

McNeil stood up to leave, but as he did, something tugged at the corner of his suit jacket.