The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 122

"Just three days, but the total playtime never exceeds five hours."

Gwyneth spoke with unmistakable pride, and she wasn't just talking about this particular racing game-she meant every game like it.

All the tricks she'd mastered came from her mom. That's why she played with such effortless flair.

The audience erupted in astonishment.

Gwyneth beamed, proud as ever.

Ailie, meanwhile, looked like her eyes might roll right out of her head.

Right then, a reporter suddenly piped up with a pointed question.

"Ms. Marchand, what exactly is your relationship with Mr. Langford? And is this young Miss Gwyneth's biological mother actually Miss Violet?"

The room fell eerily silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting to see how Violet would respond.

But Violet didn't look the least bit rattled. She gave no sign that Gwyneth was her daughter-or that she wasn't. Instead, she crouched down in front of Gwyneth, right there before everyone, and pressed her forehead gently to the little girl's. "Gwyneth and I aren't mother and daughter, but we're even closer than that. Besides, we make a pretty great team when it comes to games."

playful answer neatly sidestepped the reporter's trap. It sounded like an

what people wanted, but there

let's get back to our game time," the host quickly chimed in, shooting a glance

cue, the topic returned to

went

just ten more minutes before reaching its grand finale-the staff

proud to announce the developer of this

on the giant screen, and

Violet was the creator behind the game. Impressive didn't

it.

but steal another glance at Violet. He'd been too quick to judge; this woman wasn't just the financial prodigy everyone in the business world was raving about-she was

looked over at McNeil, quietly grumbling to himself about how the Langford

Violet's name on the screen, nearly

expression froze for a moment-Ailie had insisted the game was Victoria's

How could this be?

in the tech department did mention Violet had fixed a few bugs for them, and everyone

the room. Ailie clenched her jaw so hard it was

And worse, how could she be

toward Curtis, speaking in a low

interested in this project, and the market launch goes well, I'm ready to

weight than a promise like that. Between love, pride,