The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 427

“Yeah, he moved in right across the street from me.”

Curtis froze.

“Right. You said the company’s moving to Evermore City. Any ideas on a location?” Victoria’s tone was casual, but Curtis’s mind was already spinning.

McNeil moving in across from Victoria—what the hell did that mean? Wasn’t he married now? Why was he back, getting tangled up with Victoria again?

“Boss, come have some cake!”

Someone called out to her from the other room. The word “Boss” came through loud and clear, and Curtis, listening in, felt his brain short-circuit.

Boss? What’s that about?

“I’ve got to go. Something’s come up,” Victoria said quickly and hung up.

The house was bustling with people until after dinner, when everyone finally filtered out.

The housekeeper looked at the mess in the dining room—plates and bowls everywhere—and felt a headache coming on.

“Ms. Turner, all of this—” She glanced around in dismay.

No way would it be all cleaned up in less than four hours.

Victoria took in the scene, absently tracing her finger along her phone.

In the end, she decided to let McNeil off the hook tonight.

“Take your time. We’ve got two dishwashers—one for the house, one industrial. The industrial one does a load in four minutes,” she said, waving it off.

The staff nodded, rolling up their sleeves and getting to work.

Victoria slipped away, planning to unwind in her room and maybe read to the baby growing inside her.

Prenatal education was important. When she was pregnant with Gwyneth, she hadn’t bothered with any of this; back then, she’d been too busy prepping documents for McNeil and chasing down new projects.

Her moods during that first pregnancy had been all over the place. Now, though, she felt calm and comfortable. She picked up a book from her nightstand and started reading aloud, her voice soft and soothing.

The nightstand was stacked with children’s books—warm, gentle stories. She was convinced the baby always got especially quiet and still when she read.