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 been playing online at

she have improved so much

but

fussing over her husband and child, hardly ever stepping outside. She wouldn't even let Gwyneth touch a phone or any electronics-as if she were stuck in

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

home for days and beat every single game, but I still can't win against her," Gwyneth exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over. After all, nobody likes being the undefeated champion

his daughter in such high spirits,

games might not be ideal, but there was no denying

felt when she was with him and

adult worries, nor

schoolwork at

didn't want to

sure Violet let you win half the

hair. Embarrassed by the praise, Violet's cheeks flushed a rosy

Marchand, do you actually

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

kinds of tournaments. The same kind

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

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