The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 119

Violet was a little surprised to see McNeil already scooping Gwyneth into his

arms.

"In a bit, we'll join Ms. Marchand for the race," he said, glancing at Violet.

**The Turner Family**

Victoria ran one last test on the single-player version of the racing game. Satisfied that everything worked perfectly, she packed up and headed to McNeil's villa.

Hearing the car pull up, Xenia came to the door. For a moment, she just stared- taken aback to see Victoria standing there.

"Ma'am?"

What's she doing back all of a sudden?

"Is Gwyn here?" Victoria asked, balancing a large birthday cake, a doll, and a toy racecar-Gwyneth's favorites-on her arms.

was here to check on Mr. McNeil, but ever since he'd recovered from his illness,

hasn't come

girlfriends had tracked him down here, and after some drama, both she and Gwyneth had left together. Honestly, Gwyneth always seemed much closer to that woman than she

Gwyneth had called earlier, she'd assumed her daughter would be waiting at home. She'd delayed a bit, making some last-minute tweaks to the game, and now guilt pricked at her she hadn't even brought Yasmine along,

Ailie, her boss, insisted that the lead developer needed to be there in person, determined to prove to the rest of the company that Victoria was more than just a pretty face trying to climb the

came to shove, Victoria's decision was clear: her daughter

a cup

ventured. Not that she meant to pry, but with the cake and gifts,

McNeil and the little miss hadn't returned home in weeks. It

Gwyn's birthday," Victoria said, her voice softening. "She called and asked me to wait

realized. Miss Gwyneth had called her mother

Core Technologies:

the group off at

eyed Violet skeptically. "Ms. Marchand, weren't we supposed

to the track-today's just a test run, anyway. The real race is next week, and that'll be much

her work outfit. "You go change. I'll take Gwyn down first." Violet reached for his hand, teasing, "Come on, I'll