The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 123

Ailie marched straight from the press conference to Curtis's office, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. The determined set of her jaw made Curtis's handsome face darken with worry, but he forced a smile as she strode in.

"Ms. Ailie..."

"Mr. Garcia," she cut in, hands planted firmly on his desk, leaving him nowhere to run. "What's the story with that game developer? The software was clearly coded by Victoria and handed off to the tech team-so how did Violet's name end up on the project?"

Curtis swallowed, searching for an escape. "I'll explain everything to Victoria." "No, you'll explain it to me right now," Ailie insisted, her gaze unwavering.

**Silverstone Circuit, F1 Test Day**

Violet was suited up in a bright red racing suit, helmet tucked under her arm, as she prepared for the day's test laps. Next to her, Gwyneth's eyes sparkled in amazement-this was the first time she'd seen a real race car up close, and she could barely contain her excitement.

She peered up at Violet, her voice full of childlike wonder. "Ms. Marchand, can I ride with you while you drive?"

softly, ruffling Gwyneth's hair. "Not this time, sweetheart. But when you're older, I'll take you out for some laps—maybe you'll be a great driver yourself

McNeil, sitting beside her in the stands, scooped Gwyneth

track, Violet's crew was giving the car a thorough once-over- checking the tires, brakes, and suspension. Once everything was ready, Violet slid behind the wheel. Before closing the door, she glanced up toward the stands

joy, but McNeil gently held her

and the team's signature red livery gleaming, Violet eased the car onto the track, first running a systems check with wet-weather tires. Then, alongside her teammates, she began the real testing-getting

with McNeil and Gwyneth; a crowd of Violet's fans had gathered, their cheers rising as her car thundered down the straightaway. When the test officially began, all eyes followed Violet's car as it tore around the circuit, the roar of the engine matched

the other side of the paddock, Osborn arrived with his own racing team. Lyndon and his crew were putting the finishing touches on

today was just for us," Osborn grumbled, irritation clear in his voice.

one else was supposed to be on the circuit until

barely spared him a glance, too busy to entertain Osborn's complaints. As far as he was concerned, letting only

the far side of the track. By

anyway?" Osborn asked, lowering