The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 279

Haley had already gone upstairs.

"Ma'am, I think Mr. McNeil is here," she called out.

Haley always referred to Simms as "Mr. Turner," but to McNeil, she used "Mr. McNeil."

Victoria nodded. "Let him in."

This was a quiet neighborhood of villas, not just the Turners' home but several other families lived nearby. Victoria had no intention of disturbing the peace.

With permission, Haley headed out to open the door.

McNeil's car was already parked out front. He was just about to get out when his phone rang.

"Mr. Langford, Ms. Marchand just got out of the car…"

McNeil's tone was even. "Are you there?"

"No, sir," the driver replied. "She insisted on getting out, and I couldn't stop her. Honestly, it's not a safe area…"

McNeil's brows drew together. "Where exactly?"

The driver gave him the address.

Upstairs, Victoria stood on the second-floor balcony, watching from above. Haley was already crossing the front yard.

Suddenly, McNeil's car spun around and sped off, tires screeching.

Haley hadn't even reached the gate before McNeil's car roared away.

"…?"

Haley was left standing there, bewildered.

Victoria watched from her window as the car shot down the street, the urgency unmistakable.

If she had to guess, something must have happened with Violet again.

Unbothered, Victoria let the curtain fall back into place, showing no reaction to McNeil's abrupt arrival or departure.

Meanwhile, McNeil told Maynard to drive straight to the address the driver had given.

In the distance, the wail of police sirens echoed. Soon after, he saw someone being escorted into a squad car.

As McNeil approached, he spotted Violet crouched against a wall, trembling.

He slipped off his suit jacket and wrapped it gently around her.