The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 69

Night had fallen, and a line of luxury cars began to pull up one after another in front of The K Bar.

McNeil arrived with Violet and Marcus; inside a private lounge, Isaac was already pouring drinks. Curtis showed up late, alone.

"Where’s your assistant?" someone called out as Curtis entered, and all eyes turned to him.

Without waiting for further questions, Curtis took a seat and immediately poured himself three shots as penance for being late.

He was about to go for another round when Isaac stopped him.

"This bottle cost a hundred grand," Isaac chided with a smirk. "You think it’s water?"

McNeil glanced over, cool and collected. "So, did you get turned down?"

Curtis hesitated, cheeks flushing. "She’s married."

Isaac nearly spat out his drink.

"No wonder you never date," he laughed. "You’ve got your eye on someone else’s wife!"

The group burst out laughing. Even Violet, usually reserved, sipped her tea with a crooked, uncomfortable smile.

Strangely, Marcus—the one who usually teased Curtis the most—remained silent.

After everyone had had their fun at Curtis’s expense, Marcus suddenly spoke up. "Ever heard of Highland Park Estates?"

Curtis was in no mood, but he shot a glance at McNeil anyway.

All eyes settled on McNeil, who replied with his usual calm, "That’s where I live. Why?"

Violet tensed for no obvious reason, worried McNeil might bring up something about Victoria.

Before anyone could press further, Marcus changed the subject. "I think I might be in love too."

He successfully drew the group’s attention, even distracting Curtis from his heartbreak for a moment.

"What is it with you guys?" Isaac grumbled, half-joking.

Marcus thought back to the woman he’d met the previous day.

Out of the blue, Curtis muttered, "Do you think if I agreed to be the other man, she’d go for it?"