The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 66

“Heh—”

Teague gave Victoria a long, slow once-over, barely bothering to hide his disdain.

“You’re kidding, right? You fix my car? That’s got to be a joke.”

Marcus stepped forward and handed Teague a business card.

“I’ll handle this. If you have any issues, call me. I’m Marcus, CEO of NeuroNet Systems. And by the way, you were doing ninety on a city street tonight. That’s reckless driving. If you want us to pay for your car, fine—but you’re responsible too.”

Teague had nothing to say to that.

Marcus turned to Victoria. “Where are you headed? Let me give you a ride.”

Victoria wanted to refuse, but Curtis had chosen The Azure Palace Hotel for his party tonight. For security, all traffic within a two-mile radius was blocked off—there was no way she’d find a cab out here.

Teague stepped in front of them, staring at Victoria. “Your phone number. If you run off, how am I supposed to find you?”

Victoria didn’t hesitate—she recited her number to him.

Marcus ushered Max and Victoria into his car, leaving Teague standing on the curb.

“Mr. Yates, you’re just going to let them leave? What about our car?” Teague’s sidekick complained.

Teague shot him a withering look. “My dad’s running for city council. If I so much as sneeze wrong right now, he’ll have my hide.”

The sidekick fell silent, but Teague watched Victoria walk away, something sparking in his eyes.

“Still… that woman’s interesting. I like her.”

Marcus dropped Victoria off at her house. He glanced at the stately home behind her, a vague sense of familiarity tugging at him, though he couldn’t quite place it.

“Thank you,” Victoria said quietly.

“Mommy, why is it you? Where’s Daddy?”

Gwyneth had been dropped off by McNeil’s driver this evening. She’d assumed she’d be taken to Violet’s house as usual, but instead she’d been brought home.

“Daddy’s busy tonight,” Victoria replied, not mentioning that McNeil and Violet were out at a party together.

“Hmph! Daddy’s probably sneaking off to see Violet again and didn’t want to bring me,” Gwyneth huffed, but her eyes were fixed on Victoria, not angry with Violet at all.

“You told on me, didn’t you? That’s why Violet wouldn’t let me come over.”

Victoria frowned. “Why would you say that?”

“Daddy asked me why I was napping in class, and said I’d been playing video games. The teacher said she needed to talk to a parent, so she must have called you. Then you told Daddy about it.”

“Violet is the only one who’s nice to me. She plays games with me—unlike you, Mom. You don’t know how to play, you don’t even like racing games. I hate you. I hate you, Mommy.”