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.

couldn't help but wonder-had Gwyneth

so much in just a few

but she quickly dismissed

child, hardly ever stepping outside. She wouldn't even let Gwyneth touch a phone

and Gwyneth focused on the game, he

still can't win against her," Gwyneth exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over. After all, nobody likes being the undefeated champion if it means

his daughter in such high

might not be ideal, but there was no denying the

felt when she was with him and

to shoulder adult worries, nor should they be buried

of schoolwork at such

want to

you win half the time. She's a famous racecar driver,

ruffled Gwyneth's hair. Embarrassed by the praise, Violet's

Marchand, do you

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McNeil replied. "She's competed in all kinds of tournaments. The same kind of racing

in Gwyneth's eyes. She was so much better than Victoria-better for

Isaac arrived, with Marcus bringing his son Max along. Max's eyes lit up when he saw