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The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 302

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Victoria had let herself believe his lies—if only for a moment.

Still, she stepped inside, not wanting to arouse Thorpe’s suspicion.

McNeil sat on the edge of the bed, and Victoria stood rigid, unmoving.

“Victoria, we’re still married. Do you really see me as the enemy?” he asked quietly.

She scoffed. Enemy? That was exactly what he was.

He wanted to have her brother arrested just to force her to return? Victoria couldn’t believe it.

“I’m not giving you V&S Group,” she said flatly. Not a chance.

McNeil maintained his usual, courteous demeanor, his eyes meeting hers without flinching.

“No business talk at home, Victoria. It’s late, let’s get some rest. I remember you used to love falling asleep in my arms...”

Victoria folded her arms and pressed her back to the wall, refusing to budge.

She knew she couldn’t trust him, but this was the old house—she couldn’t afford a scene here.

McNeil reached for her. She wanted to resist, but she was powerless.

“McNeil, I want Stein Campbell safe. No harm comes to him,” she said.

His gaze stayed gentle. “Of course.”

“He’s my brother. Can you leave him alone?”

McNeil nodded. “Alright.”

Victoria didn’t believe him—not for a second. He agreed far too easily.

“What, you don’t trust me?” McNeil asked, a half-smile playing at his lips.

“What about Osborn Clark? Are they in danger too?”

McNeil brushed a lock of hair from her cheek, tucking it gently behind her ear. He laughed softly.

“If you don’t want anything to happen to them, nothing will. I promise, Mrs. Langford.”

His words were as warm as a spring breeze, indulging her every request.

Victoria had expected a fight, but instead...

Her hand trembled as it rested in his palm.

McNeil watched her in silence, gently parting her bangs. In the muted glow of the night, he gazed at her flawless face, then cupped the nape of her neck and kissed her—slowly, reverently, as if savoring a decadent dessert.

Victoria’s eyes fluttered shut. McNeil tilted her delicate chin, forcing her to look at him.

“I don’t like forcing you, Victoria. Tell me you love me...”

She turned away, unable to say the words.

She couldn’t even remember why she’d fallen for McNeil all those years ago.

He clearly hadn’t given up on his plan to acquire V&S Group. Victoria had asked Yasmine to reach out to Stein, but the project was still stalled with no end in sight.

She knew she couldn’t be greedy. She couldn’t expect everything.

McNeil’s true goal had never been V&S Group. He wanted the lucrative government contract Stein held. She’d stolen it from him, and now he was just taking it back—by any means necessary.

What frustrated Victoria was how much she’d invested in V&S Group. All her hard-earned money had gone into it, and now, with McNeil throwing up obstacles at every turn, her cash flow was drying up.

“George, Ms. Marchand has called for a department meeting this afternoon. Make sure your team in tech is prepared.”

The sweet voice pulled Victoria from her work. She glanced up to see Violet’s new assistant—a petite woman with a fresh, innocent face. She looked like a recent grad, but at twenty-four, she already had five years of experience.

Compared to Georgia, she was sharper and more seasoned, always careful not to offend anyone and respectful to every department manager.

Victoria thought Violet was getting smarter—using someone truly competent as her assistant.

“Got it. Jenifer, we’ve saved you some coffee for the afternoon break.”

Someone tried to butter Jenifer up, and she didn’t object. She smiled her thanks and, right there in front of everyone, popped the lid off her Starbucks and took a sip, never acting the least bit superior. People liked her for it.

George told his team to compile their research into a report for Violet’s meeting.

Victoria’s own work was just getting underway. The new game was a role-playing title, a big shift from the racing game they’d done before. Built around classic mythic figures, it was like a 3D online version of Diablo, but could also be played solo.

The visuals and character designs were rich, and the storyline was brilliant. When the first drafts came out, the tech team had been buzzing with excitement—but the programming was proving to be a massive challenge. After weeks of work, they realized they were hitting a wall.

“Unless we bring in K, we’re kidding ourselves. At this rate, the finished game will be a joke.”

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