The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 426

“Boss, how come we haven’t seen anyone from Osborn’s crew in ages?”

One of the guys in the convoy sounded puzzled; Osborn was usually glued to them whenever they met, practically their shadow. There’d never been a get-together without him, yet lately, it was as if he’d vanished off the face of the earth.

Lyndon glanced at the guy, and Osborn’s name made his thoughts drift to McNeil. For a moment, his gaze darkened.

Victoria paid no mind to their idle chatter, though she was a little surprised herself—she’d underestimated McNeil’s patience, given how riled up they’d gotten him. Guess the man had more restraint than she gave him credit for.

Someone turned to Victoria. “Boss, what’s your plan now?”

Victoria peeled off her disposable gloves, looking utterly unconcerned. “What plan?”

The guy blinked, thrown off by her feigned ignorance. Of course, he was asking about her and McNeil.

Victoria played dumb, as if she hadn’t the faintest idea. Frankly, she was done making any plans that involved McNeil. She knew him well enough to recognize he’d do whatever he wanted, no matter how many people tried to stop him. If he wanted to make a mess of things, let him. It was none of her concern anymore. As far as she was concerned, she’d severed all ties.

“Honestly, you might as well just marry Lyndon here,” another teammate joked. “Maybe then Mr. Langford would finally give up.”

The suggestion earned a round of cheers and applause from the group.

Lyndon, sitting nearby, kept quiet, but the grin tugging at his lips was impossible to hide. He was clearly pleased with the idea.

Victoria rolled her eyes, unfazed by their nonsense. “Alright, that’s enough, you guys. Don’t try to rope me into any more bad ideas. I just escaped the prison of marriage—I don’t need you shoving me back in.”

Lyndon’s expression soured. “What, marrying me isn’t good enough for you? I wouldn’t turn marriage into a cage.”

Victoria shot him a dry look. “You’re still a kid. Go date someone your own age and stop setting your sights on a twice-divorced woman like me.”

Lyndon’s face darkened further. “I’m twenty-three. Who’s still calling me a kid?”

Half the crew nearly choked on their beer at that, and even Victoria couldn’t help laughing.