The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 80

He was out for Marcus after all, the kid had wrecked his car, and there was no way Teague was going to let that slide so easily.

Victoria climbed out of the car and asked Teague for a notepad and pen. Five minutes later, she handed them back to him.

"Here's a list of the parts you'll need. The engine's fine, but if you want any upgrades, I can take care of it-no charge."

Teague took the list, looking unconcerned at first. He was a sports car collector; of course he could understand Victoria's notes. But as he read through, his

expression changed.

"You actually know how to do this?"

She shot him a look. "What do you think?"

Victoria peeled off her gloves. "It's not a big deal. Once you've got the parts, I can fix it up in forty minutes."

She was speaking to Marcus, but Teague nearly burst out laughing.

"Forty minutes?"

Victoria glanced at Teague, barely bothering to hide her disdain.

"Do you even know anything about cars? Ever watched Formula One? Back in 2018, the Vivian Racing Team managed a 1.8-second tire change and rebuilt a totaled car in thirty minutes at the world championships. Look it up if you don't believe me."

Teague actually had heard about that, but watching this slip of a girl bluff was still something else.

grinned, mischief in his eyes. "Alright, I'll get the parts. He'll pay. You fix

little too close to Victoria, giving her a sleazy

if you can't pull it off, you'll have to

Victoria behind him. "Cut the crap. I

the conversation, but ever since Victoria taught him how to play a racing game,

Of course she

But-

just fixes cars-she doesn't drive

Max's hair and glanced at Victoria.

Teague kept his eyes glued to her, his mind spinning with wild

He wanted this woman.

give you guys a ride? Pick anything you like,” Teague

Victoria and replied

rich kid looking for

Marcus led Max and Victoria to their

McLaren roared to life, its engine thundering like a

glint flashed in

"Sir?"

his side. Teague flicked his cigarette to the ground

She can

the cigarette under his heel, waved

cars, tearing

sped south, leaving the quiet streets behind and heading toward the bustling

intersection ahead, a