The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 21

It was the first time Madonna had ever heard Victoria speak to her in that tone. Usually, in front of the Langfords, Victoria barely dared to breathe, let alone raise her voice. Now, Madonna was so furious she could hardly keep her hands steady. To make matters worse, a cacophony of noise erupted in her ear-she could barely make out Victoria's words over the din.

"What is that racket? I'm talking to you-where are you, at a construction site or something?"

It sounded like she was standing on the edge of a busy city intersection, engines roaring and horns blaring on all sides.

But Victoria didn't answer. She simply hung up.

She slipped her phone back into her pocket and turned to face Osborn Clark, whose excitement was practically vibrating off him.

"Is it fixed?" he blurted out, unable to contain himself.

Victoria stood tall in front of him, a glint of pride in her eyes. "See for yourself."

Osborn barely glanced at the car. "No need. How much do I owe you? I'll write a check right now."

Victoria just smiled, cool and collected. "It's on the house."

his head. "Half a million.

first been towed to Victoria's shop, it was little more than a battered frame—his first F1 championship car, the one that had won him his initial trophy. Even after it had been wrecked, scorched, and nearly drowned, Osborn couldn't bring himself to scrap it.

was in Echo City because of a post she'd made to her friends online. The moment he saw it, he'd rushed

saw the car. But after just three seconds, she'd rattled off the Ferrari's model number and promised to have it fully restored

her old Echo City pit crew, and when he'd come by to check on their

to them," Victoria said, nodding at the two rows of engineers assembled behind

her long dark hair tumble down like a waterfall. Clad in her slate-grey coveralls, she looked

her, knowing full well she was married now, yet unable to stop himself from asking the one question he was certain she'd

thought about coming

Evermore City

Starry Nights Restaurant

of payment but eventually

windows, their silhouettes were clearly visible, sitting

McNeil sat in silence, his expression unreadable as he watched Victoria. It had only been two weeks since he'd last seen her, and already there was another man

with Osborn. That easy, relaxed smile on her face-he realized

let out a bitter laugh under