The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 422

McNeil looked at the icy expression on Victoria’s face and finally relented.

“Fine. I agree.”

He knew she was furious, but right now, he’d agree to anything if it meant he could stay near her.

“Good. I’ll have my assistant send you a meal plan later. Just follow it each day.”

McNeil’s expression darkened, but he said nothing.

Victoria turned and walked back to the living room. He was about to follow when the door slammed shut in his face.

Left alone in the hallway, McNeil’s face clouded over completely.

If she wanted him to cook, shouldn’t she at least let him inside?

His phone buzzed in his hand. He glanced at the screen—it was a message from Victoria.

“Arrive and leave work on time. Outside of work hours, you go home.”

McNeil stared at the message for a long moment, but found no hint of reconciliation in her words.

She really did see him as nothing more than the help now.

But all the fight had drained out of him. He replied quickly: “Alright.”

Victoria saw the instant reply and the corners of her mouth lifted in a faint smile.

Yasmine glanced at her cautiously. “Ms. Turner, aren’t you going to let Mr. Langford in?”

Victoria shrugged. “Why should I? Call Lyndon and the others for me. Tell them I’m throwing a party here tomorrow. Then make a list of all the food and send it to McNeil.”

She walked as she spoke, her mind already working.

“Lyndon loves barbecue. The others—some want grilled fish, some want stew, and there are a few who’d rather have pasta. About ten people in all. If we start tonight and go through till morning, that should be enough time to get the ingredients ready.”

Yasmine raised an eyebrow. So this was what Ms. Turner meant by having Mr. Langford cook three meals a day?

Well, well.