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."

reporter's trap. It

but there was no chink in

game time," the host

topic returned to

and Violet went back

launch continued for just ten more minutes before reaching its grand finale-the staff took

the developer of this game-our

the giant screen, and another wave of astonished murmurs

the creator behind the game.

it.

quick to judge; this woman wasn't just the financial prodigy everyone in the business

grumbling to himself about how the Langford family seemed to

the screen, nearly slammed her fist

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

How could this be?

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

through the room. Ailie clenched her jaw so hard it was

developer? And worse, how could she be so

Curtis, speaking in

the market launch goes well, I'm ready

carried more weight than a promise like that. Between love, pride, and a lucrative deal, Curtis chose