The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 405

Marcus took a calm sip of his whiskey.

“Help? Help with what? You want me to jump in and help Curtis beat up McNeil? Please. I’m not getting my hands dirty over this.”

Isaac stared at him, speechless.

“No one’s asking you to throw punches. Just break them up. We’re supposed to be friends, aren’t we? Whatever happened to just talking things out? What could possibly be worth a fight?”

“When we were in school, all three of you liked Violet, but I don’t remember you ever beating each other to a pulp over her.”

Marcus’s expression turned icy. “That was different. This time, he’s asking for it. Curtis, if you get tired, let me take a turn.”

By the time Violet arrived, the private lounge was already in chaos. Curtis showed no signs of stopping, while McNeil’s eyebrow was split and bleeding. Violet was so shocked she ran straight over, trying to shield McNeil.

He shoved her aside without a second thought.

“What the hell are you doing?” Violet cried. “I had to ask the housekeeper to find out where you’d all gone. I figured you’d end up at a bar, but it’s not even midnight and you’re already wasted and brawling. Why?”

McNeil, breathing hard, snapped, “Stay out of it. This has nothing to do with you.”

He looked at Isaac. “Get her out of here.”

If Curtis wanted to beat him to a pulp, so be it.

Curtis glared. “Don’t act innocent, McNeil. Do you remember how you treated Victoria when she worked at my company? I decided back then that if I ever met her husband, I’d punch him just to get some justice for her. Funny thing is, her jerk of a husband turned out to be you. Real nice.”

Violet blocked Curtis, desperate to stop him. “Curtis, are you insane? You know McNeil never loved her. All of you know that!”

She was crying now, and for the first time, McNeil looked straight at her, his eyes dark and furious.

“When did I ever tell you I didn’t love Victoria? What are you, a mind reader? Get out. Get as far away from me as you can. I don’t want to see you.”