The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 344

"Are you sure it's the same person?"

He didn't believe it.

They’d worked with McNeil for years, and as far as he knew, there was only Violet, and a wife McNeil had never introduced to anyone.

Victoria?

Was that even possible?

He doubted it. He’d been half in love with Victoria himself at one point, and she’d never shown the slightest interest.

As for Marcus, hadn’t Isaac’s story made it clear Victoria wasn’t interested in him either?

No way would someone like Victoria get involved with McNeil. Besides, McNeil was always the loyal type.

He’d never changed towards Violet all these years. The only reason he’d had a child with someone else was because Violet couldn’t have children, and his family had pushed them apart. Among their group, that was almost understandable.

“My eyes aren’t lying to me.”

Isaac sounded absolutely certain. “Who would’ve guessed? McNeil always acts so proper, but he’s got a wild side after all.

Oh, and didn’t we just see him holding hands with his wife yesterday? So every time he brings Violet along it’s just for show, and actually he’s juggling a whole bunch of women—”

Curtis couldn’t listen anymore. He didn’t want to dig any deeper, yet the timing felt weird.

Like last night—he’d tried to reach Victoria but couldn’t get through.

Then this morning, Ailie showed up to the office reeking of alcohol, clearly hungover, dodging his questions. She’d gone off to find Victoria, whispering secrets and grinning like a mischievous kid—he’d seen the whole thing on the security cameras.

Should he be suspicious of Victoria?

Curtis’s head throbbed. He ended the call with a sharp click.

Isaac stared at his phone. “He hangs up right when things get interesting—how am I supposed to survive not knowing the rest of the story?”

He called Curtis again. Curtis picked up, irritated. “What now?”

“Aren’t you curious about McNeil? This is the juiciest gossip we’ve had in ages, and you don’t even want to talk about it?”

“Not everyone has time to gossip, Isaac. Some of us have a company to run and a hundred people depending on us.”

Curtis hung up again, feeling more agitated than before.

Isaac grumbled at his phone, “What’s gotten into everyone lately? They’re all acting like they’ve caught something.”

On Paul’s last day in town, McNeil arrived at the office even earlier than usual.

He looked tense, fiddling with his cigarette and pressing his lips together in a thin line, clearly in a bad mood.

Victoria was sitting beside Paul but didn’t so much as say hello to McNeil.

Curtis found an excuse to drop by, wanting to see what the three of them were up to. Only when he heard Paul explaining some technical terms—half of which he didn’t even understand—to Victoria, did he finally relax.