The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 355

Curtis replied with a single word, his tone as cool as ever.

“Alright.”

The next morning

Ailie and Victoria arrived at the Starfall City airport, their luggage minimal—just a single suitcase each, no unnecessary extras.

McNeil showed up alone as well, wheeling his suitcase with the effortless composure of someone used to being in control, a subtle air of detachment around him. His shirt was crisp and flawless, not a wrinkle in sight, tailored perfectly to his athletic frame. He carried his suit jacket draped over his forearm. Every woman who passed him seemed compelled to sneak a second glance.

Ailie and Victoria stood side by side, watching as McNeil gradually came into view.

“Such a classic gentleman on the outside—what a waste of a handsome face,” Ailie muttered, annoyance flickering in her eyes. She couldn’t understand why fate seemed to favor men like him. People with twisted morals, who fooled around despite being married, somehow still managed to land wealth and admiration that everyone else could only dream of. The world just wasn’t fair.

McNeil approached, holding three plane tickets. He handed them to Victoria.

“This one’s yours. The other is for your friend,” he said calmly.

Victoria took the tickets and immediately noticed something was off; the flight McNeil booked for Ailie was completely different from theirs.

“What’s this supposed to mean? Where is this flight going? Why did you book her on a different one?” she demanded.

Ailie handed her suitcase to Victoria, saying she needed to use the restroom. As soon as Ailie disappeared into the crowd, Victoria turned to McNeil, her voice low and edged with anger.

“This ticket goes to Marisbright. There’s a beach and a villa there. I booked her the best hotel. While we’re in Evermore City, she can enjoy her own little vacation,” McNeil explained, unruffled.

“That’s not what we agreed on! She was supposed to come with us. Why are you sending her off on her own?” Victoria’s glare was icy.

McNeil’s gaze remained indifferent. “You know exactly why. Do married couples really need a third wheel tagging along on a business trip?”

And just like that, Victoria understood—he wanted them alone, sharing a hotel room. Her ears burned red.

“McNeil, we’re traveling for work. This is a professional trip. Don’t even think about it—I’m not agreeing to this. If Ailie can’t come with us, then change the flights. Now.”

She hated how he always made decisions without consulting her.

McNeil pressed his tongue against his molars, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

“I heard Ailie’s taking care of a paralyzed grandmother and a younger brother. The whole family relies on her, isn’t that right?”