The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 447

Victoria’s laugh dripped with sarcasm.

“That’s none of your business. Both of them are mine.”

“You plan on giving them your last name, Turner?” McNeil looked her straight in the eye. Victoria faltered, suddenly at a loss for words.

There was no way she’d give them her surname—if she did, that old fox would probably accuse her of pulling some con and might just drop dead right there from rage.

She wasn’t that heartless, anyway. And honestly, what did it matter what they were called? They were her children, that was enough.

“I sold them for a few billion, so now they get your last name.”

“Excuse me, what?”

McNeil stared at her, clearly not following her logic.

Victoria smirked, her gaze cool and calm. “Your old man split his shares of The Langford Group between them. You know exactly how much that’s worth. Having these kids wasn’t a loss for me—”

A C-section wasn’t the end of the world; she’d recover soon enough. The important thing was, from the moment they were born, these two would be sitting on a fortune, no need for her to break her back making money. They’d even be able to take care of her when she was old.

Honestly, she’d made out like a bandit.

McNeil held her hand, momentarily stunned, then broke into a laugh.

“Figures. You never walk away empty-handed, no matter where you go.”

He’d known she wouldn’t have these kids for nothing. The old man was still the old man. He hadn’t misjudged either of them.

“But—” Victoria’s expression darkened, and McNeil suddenly had a bad feeling.

“They can call you ‘uncle,’ but they’re not calling you ‘dad’ like Gwyneth does.”

McNeil blurted out, “No way. Their last name is Langford.”

Victoria snorted. “Exactly. This is Evermore City—nobody here knows that Langford means anything to you. If you try to let it slip that you’re their father, I’ll find them a new one by tomorrow.”

McNeil pressed a kiss to her hand, eyes filled with helpless affection. “No need for that. If you prefer, ‘uncle’ it is.”