The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 73

Violet sat confidently beside Gwyneth, the two of them immersed in a racing game.

At first, Violet cruised along with ease, but as the rounds went on, Gwyneth's skills noticeably sharpened. Her interceptions on the track grew more aggressive, and she started giving Violet a real run for her money.

They played two rounds, and by the third, Violet was almost defeated.

Thankfully, it ended in a draw-otherwise, Violet would have wanted to vanish into thin air.

Imagine a five-year-old nearly wiping the floor with her in a racing game.

Who was she, after all? Violet Marchand, a well-known racecar driver back home, someone who rarely met her match during high-speed simulation training. Yet today, she'd almost been bested by a child.

Gwyneth lost all three rounds, but she didn't seem upset. Instead, she lowered her head, only to look up with a bright grin and offer Violet a compliment.

"Ms. Marchand, you're amazing!"

Violet forced a smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Gwyneth, she thought, really is as exasperating as her mother.

help but wonder-had Gwyneth been playing online at

have improved so much in just

Victoria, but she quickly dismissed the

Gwyneth touch a phone or any electronics-as if she were stuck in the 1970s-so there

saw Violet and Gwyneth focused on the game, he couldn't help

every single game, but I still can't win against her," Gwyneth exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over. After all,

his daughter in such

ideal, but there was no denying the

was with

shouldn't have to shoulder adult worries, nor

schoolwork at

want to see his daughter

win half the time.

Embarrassed by the praise, Violet's cheeks

Marchand, do

Violet was just good at video games-she had no idea she was the

of tournaments. The

eyes. She was so much better than Victoria-better for McNeil than anyone else,

Max's eyes lit up