The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 406

McNeil suddenly snapped, as if something inside him had been jolted awake. Moments ago, he had been passive, but now he fired right back at Curtis.

He looked like a lion ready to tear someone apart, eyes bloodshot as he glared at Curtis and Marcus. “Love? Is that what you call it? You guys just can’t keep your hands off someone else’s wife. Are all the women in the world dead, or what?”

Curtis wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the ghost of a smirk appearing.

“How was I supposed to know she was your wife at first? She worked at my firm for ages and I never saw you make a single move. The only reason I didn’t go after her was because I knew she was married.”

Curtis’ tone turned cold. “But if I’d known her husband was you? I would’ve stolen her away a long time ago.”

Marcus, still the picture of composure, lounged on the couch, quietly observing the two of them. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled slowly.

“Since you called us all here today, why don’t we just lay our cards on the table?”

His calm, unhurried manner drew every eye in the room, though no one could guess what he’d say next.

“I like Victoria. Doesn’t matter whose wife she was—she’s divorced now. Chasing after her isn’t immoral or illegal.”

Violet’s expression soured to the point of ugliness.

Years ago, even if all these men had carried a secret crush on her, she clearly remembered how they’d always backed off, being polite and deferential to each other. But for Victoria, they were willing to come to blows, shamelessly fighting to keep her at their side.

Suddenly, McNeil shoved past Curtis and punched Marcus. Marcus barely flinched, only pausing to straighten his suit jacket.

Violet stood awkwardly off to the side, invisible to everyone, not even important enough to be considered a spectator.

“Enough already! What the hell is wrong with you three?” Isaac finally stepped between them, playing peacemaker. “Fighting over this—is it really worth it? Does your so-called goddess even know you’re making fools of yourselves?”

He glanced around, then shrugged. “You know what? Why not just compete fair and square—no more brawling. Whoever wins her heart, gets her. Sound fair?”