The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 87

Three million.

When McNeil named that number, even Yasmine wanted to throw scalding coffee in his face.

These days, The Langford Group sat comfortably atop the Fortune 500, its assets nearing a billion, with more business ventures than anyone could count. If McNeil had even a shred of decency, he’d never offer a measly “three million a month” in child support.

To the average person, it was a sum they’d never see in their lifetime—but for people like McNeil and Victoria, it was nothing short of an insult.

Victoria almost laughed out of sheer disbelief.

She owned twenty-five percent of the Turner family shares.

Back in the day, she’d led her team to victory after victory, earning more money than she could ever spend in one lifetime.

For McNeil, she’d practically put every penny she owned on the line to save the Langford family.

McNeil’s success and the Langford family’s boundless wealth—she’d played a pivotal role in both.

Even the old patriarch had been willing to give her half of the family fortune.

Three million. He really had some nerve.

“No.”

She didn’t need it.

A billion-dollar fortune was nothing compared to having real skills. She’d never starve.

“Gwyn needs money if she’s living with you. I don’t want my daughter to go without,” McNeil said, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He stuck one between his lips but didn’t light it.

“You always think I want to hand Gwyn off to Violet. Well, now I’m giving you custody.”

Victoria gave a cold smile. “How generous of you, McNeil.”

He was ready to give up custody of his own daughter.

But Gwyneth’s heart wasn’t with her, and soon her body wouldn’t be either.

This custody agreement was little more than a formality.

Her love for her daughter wouldn’t diminish, and she’d never abandon her.

She yanked her chair back and strode for the door. Yasmine hurried after her, giving her boss an invisible thumbs-up.

Across the table, McNeil’s lawyer had barely spoken a word, feeling more like part of the wallpaper than legal counsel.

“Victoria—”

McNeil caught up, grabbing her arm and pinning her against the wall.

“Let go.”

Victoria was seething. If it hadn’t been for her brother saving her, she might be reunited with her mother in the afterlife by now.

Yasmine had seen her boss disappear around the corner, but when she caught up, Victoria was nowhere to be found.

McNeil dragged Victoria into a secluded hallway, pressing her against the wall, his eyes bloodshot.

“So you’re this desperate to leave me for that man? Victoria, you’re heartless. You have no conscience.”

In that moment, Victoria couldn’t stand to see McNeil playing the loving husband here, while spending his nights tangled up with his mistress.