The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 472

They’d already met not long ago—how much time had really passed before they were arranging another dinner?

McNeil could hardly believe it. Stein had clearly set Victoria aside, and yet here she was, showing up with all three kids in tow.

What was this supposed to be? Dinner with his son? A big family get-together?

McNeil stepped out of the car, his gaze fixed on Stein’s bodyguard as he strode over.

“Mr. Langford, I strongly suggest you don’t go upstairs,” the bodyguard began, but McNeil silenced him with a single glare, making the man step aside.

Face grim, McNeil entered the restaurant, got directions from a server, and headed straight for Stein’s private room. As luck would have it, a waiter was just coming out, holding the door open.

Inside, McNeil saw Stein sitting beside a striking woman—mid-thirties, elegant, undeniably attractive. Her beauty was classic, the kind that drew every eye in the room.

She and Victoria were worlds apart; Victoria had always carried the air of an heiress, while this woman was clearly the type older men gravitated toward.

Stein looked up, catching McNeil’s eye without a hint of surprise.

Victoria was nowhere to be seen, but that only made McNeil’s mood darker.

“Stein, are you seeing other women besides Victoria now?” McNeil finally snapped, losing control for good.

With a sweep of his arm, he sent everything on the table crashing to the floor, then landed a punch straight to Stein’s face.

Stein was no stranger to McNeil’s temper. The two men went at each other, exchanging blows, each punch landing with heavy, ugly force—neither gaining the upper hand.

The woman at the table was frozen in shock by the sudden violence. She screamed, scrambling away, and once she’d regained her senses, she quickly called for Stein’s security.

Both men ended up bloodied—one with a split lip, the other with a swollen cheekbone.

“Enough! Don’t move,” came a cold voice, as several guns were suddenly trained on McNeil’s head. He finally stopped fighting.

McNeil steadied himself, only to be slapped hard across the face.

He blinked, and when he made out who stood before him, the storm in his eyes faded at once.

“McNeil, have you had enough?” Victoria’s voice was cold as steel. She looked at the man she’d once loved with every fiber of her being. This wasn’t the first time he’d raised a hand to her brother, and every time she’d forgiven him. But not this time. She’d finally reached her limit.

Stein was caught off guard by Victoria’s presence. The security detail moved to haul McNeil away, but Stein stopped them.

“Vicky, let’s talk this through.”

McNeil shot Stein a venomous look. “Don’t pretend to be so righteous in front of us.”

Victoria turned to her brother. “I’m sorry, big brother.”

Stein nodded. “You two talk. I’ve got somewhere to be.”

He glanced at the shaken woman, picked up her fallen purse, and gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Are you alright?”