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.

wonder-had Gwyneth been playing online

she have improved so much

first suspect was Victoria, but she quickly

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

restroom and saw Violet and Gwyneth

single game, but I still can't win against her," Gwyneth exclaimed, her excitement

in such high spirits, McNeil's

but there was no denying the

felt when she was

adult worries, nor should they be buried

schoolwork at such a young

to see his daughter

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

Embarrassed by the praise, Violet's cheeks flushed a

Marchand, do you actually race

had assumed Violet was just good at video games-she

all kinds of

the spark of admiration in Gwyneth's eyes. She was so much better than Victoria-better for McNeil

son Max along. Max's eyes lit up when he saw Gwyneth with the tablet, itching to