The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 431
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The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge is the best current series by the author Lavender. The Chapter 431 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 431 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.
“Boss—McNeil—”
Someone spotted McNeil approaching, but Victoria barely flinched. She just said coolly, “Let’s go.”
She wasn’t the least bit surprised he’d shown up again. Who knew what he wanted this time.
McNeil strode toward her, but Victoria pretended not to see him.
“Victoria—”
Lyndon stepped right into McNeil’s line of sight and called to the others, “You guys, get Vicky out of here first.”
A storm brewed in McNeil’s dark eyes.
“Vicky? That’s what you call her now?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. His fist shot out, catching Lyndon square in the jaw. But Lyndon wasn’t about to roll over, and the rest of the crew, who’d already started to leave, rushed back when they saw the scuffle break out.
The moment Lyndon took that punch, everyone piled on McNeil.
He fought back—one against twelve—and somehow, he held his own.
The whole scene turned into chaos. The stadium security, hearing the commotion, hurried over.
Victoria climbed out of the car, her face icy as she took in the brawl.
She walked right into the mess, hand on her belly. “McNeil, have you had enough yet?”
Her voice cut through the uproar, distracting McNeil just long enough for someone to land a hard punch on his face.
Lyndon and the others, wild-eyed, looked ready to keep going, but Victoria’s voice stopped them cold.
“Are you all still teenagers? Is this what you call maturity—brawling in public, like there’s no end to it?”
She was so furious, her stomach actually hurt.
McNeil shook off the others and rushed to her side.
“Are you alright?”
“Ha—McNeil, you got everything you ever wanted from me. Now you’re begging for another chance? Do you even hear yourself?”
Without another word, she slipped into Lyndon’s car and didn’t look back.
Just like that day, when he’d left home at Violet’s call—never looking back, not even once.
Back then, she had no family, no friends. Only him.
No—she’d had her daughter, too.
But even her daughter was taken away by him.
McNeil stood there as the cars pulled away, motionless as a statue.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Victoria’s number again and again, but she never picked up.
He stared at his screen, at the name saved as “Wife.” He stared until the letters blurred and his eyes stung.
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