The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 118

Gwyneth's eyes sparkled at the mention of race cars, and for a moment she wondered if Violet already knew about her secret deal with her mom. A flush of embarrassment crept up her cheeks.

"How about this-today, your dad and I will take you to a real racetrack. You can experience it for yourself. Sound good?"

It was only then that Gwyneth realized Violet was dressed differently than usual. She was wearing a sleek racing suit, and one of the house staff handed Ms. Marchand a stylish helmet.

"Wow, that looks amazing!" Gwyneth couldn't help but gush, completely taken with the helmet in particular. It looked so cool.

McNeil accepted the helmet from the staff and turned to Violet, his tone tinged with concern. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

He didn't really approve of Violet heading to the racetrack, especially since she was still recovering from a serious illness. High-speed racing wasn't exactly gentle on the body.

since I've even thought about Formula One. Today's just a warm-up, a chance to check out the track. And with you there, I

McNeil's usual gesture. "And-didn't you say you always wanted to see a real race up close? Think of today

air, more excited than she'd been about any video game Victoria had ever promised her. She threw her arms around Violet's neck and planted a flurry of enthusiastic

her, Violet wasn't just cool for being

some of his anxiety ebb away. Still, he weighed the helmet in his hand and shot Violet a look that was part warning, part

expertise, but Violet was only human—and she'd

me-it's a part of who I am," Violet said firmly, her gaze unwavering. She had

way that drew admiring glances from half the school. Even McNeil had fallen

the tomboy who got along with everyone, bold and magnetic. Now, standing before McNeil in her racing suit, she looked every bit the part-confident and ready for