The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 75

Gwyneth kept making faces, her expression full of cheeky defiance. Max, thoroughly ignored, burst into tears.

Marcus sighed in exasperation. "Max, you're a boy. Boys don't cry over video games."

But Gwyneth only doubled down, smirking. "Aw, come on. Only babies cry when they lose, Max."

Red-faced and even angrier after being called out, Max jabbed a finger at her. "You cheated! You're such a liar!"

The two kids went back and forth, their argument escalating into a full-blown squabble. Fortunately, the adults were so used to these antics that no one took it to heart.

Isaac grinned at Violet. "Impressive, Violet. I knew you drove for a living, but I didn't realize you'd be this good at games, too. Look at you-teaching Gwyneth so well she made Max cry."

Violet shrugged, her tone caught somewhere between modesty and pride. "We do a lot of simulation training before races. Honestly, these games are nothing compared to the real thing."

Marcus reached over and tapped Max lightly on the head. "Alright, that's enough. Any more tears and you'll embarrass yourself."

***

That evening, Victoria didn't go to the McNeil house. She knew McNeil wouldn't be expecting her tonight.

Instead, she returned to the Simms residence. Yulia was there waiting.

"You're back, Miss Turner."

to help Victoria

took a step back. "No, thank you. I don't

handed her coat to Yasmine, who carried

wearing her usual polite smile, but her eyes glittered

me like some kind of threat. Mr. Miller is a normal man-he needs a

implication was clear: Yulia was angling for a place in the household, and she wasn't shy

walked over to the sofa and sat down. As Yulia started to follow and was just about to sit,

to stand when they speak to me. Nanny Yulia,

froze, swallowing her irritation and

over with a cup of tea for Victoria, deliberately ignoring

start preparing dinner?" Victoria found the whole situation quietly amusing. Simms

after all, only ever called Simms "Mr. Turner"-never his

Chairman Miller of Golden Era Enterprises, not as the Turner family's live-in

nodded. “Oh, and

seafood in the house

delicacies-bird's nest, sea

of it-I don't like

buy that stuff

Yulia's smile faltered.

her instructions, she turned to Yulia. "Is there something you want to

hesitated, then shook her head. "No,

our house rules from Haley I'll also have my