Chapter 275
Gwyneth could hardly believe that something she’d wanted for so long was suddenly hers.
She clung to it tightly, her big, shining eyes darting between Curtis and Marcus, wide as saucers.
McNeil leaned in close to his daughter, his expression calm. “Say thank you to your uncles.”
Gwyneth beamed. “Thank you, Mr. Garcia. Thank you, Mr. Green!”
Before any of the adults could react, Max grabbed Gwyneth’s hand and dashed off with her.
Curtis and Marcus stood rooted to the spot, their faces flushed, necks stiff.
Just now, as they’d looked at Gwyneth, both men, for reasons they couldn’t quite explain, had thought of the same person.
Victoria? Fannie?
Were they hallucinating? Losing their minds?
It was absurd, but for a moment, they actually thought little Gwyneth resembled the women they each secretly loved.
When the model car ended up in Gwyneth’s arms, neither man had the heart to snatch it away from her.
Marcus watched the two kids racing out of the room, especially Max. His gaze darkened.
He’d raised a little traitor, it seemed. The boy wasn’t even grown yet, and already he’d forgotten his uncle the moment he had a “girlfriend.”
Marcus thought, if those two ever truly fell for each other when they got older, his life’s mission would be to split them up.
“Seriously, you two,” Isaac drawled, “glaring at each other over a toy car like a couple of jealous hens. It’s not like you’re fighting over a woman…”
Two murderous glares shot in Isaac’s direction.
Correction-three.
Isaac shrank back, an uneasy chill creeping up his spine. A glance over his shoulder told him McNeil wasn’t looking too friendly, either.
“Uh—actually, I just remembered there’s some wine left in the living room. I’ll go finish it.”
He hurried off, as if being chased by ghosts.
Violet’s expression soured. Curtis and Marcus had both been devoted to her once, and she’d never seen them act like this-not even for her.
But today, Curtis and Marcus were practically at each other’s throats.
The tension in the room was palpable, until a housekeeper stepped in from outside.
“Mr. Green, Mr. Garcia, Mr. Langford, Ms. Marchand…”
It was rare for the staff to interrupt their gatherings-unless something was wrong.
The cause of Marcus and Curtis’s argument was now firmly in Gwyneth’s possession.
At that moment, Marcus’s mood only worsened.
He’d always known Fannie would attract plenty of admirers, but he’d never
imagined that one of them would be his oldest friend.
He’d never actually fought with a friend over a woman before.
“What is it?” His voice came out harsher than he intended, even making himself frown. The housekeeper flinched, but her eyes sought out Violet as she answered.
“There’s a crowd gathered outside the house. It appears they’re here for Ms. Marchand.”
Violet’s eyes widened in surprise. “Me? Why?”
She was genuinely baffled.
The housekeeper continued, “It looks like there are fans, and some reporters too. The whole property’s surrounded.”
Violet hadn’t expected such a fuss from what was supposed to be a simple get- together.
She immediately looked apologetically at the others. “Marcus, I’m so sorry. Maybe the tabloids leaked my whereabouts and some fans followed me here. I’ll go outside and talk to them.”
Of all the men, McNeil looked the most displeased.
With hands in his pockets and a face like thunder, he glanced coldly at Curtis and Marcus. “There are some fans you can’t handle on your own. I’ll go with you.”