The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 124

Osborn's test run was over, and the other driver was already packing up to leave.

He inquired about the guy's lap times-fastest lap, 1 minute 45.265 seconds.

"Damn-"

Osborn muttered a curse under his breath. Looked like he finally had a worthy rival.

Violet had already changed out of her helmet and racing suit when Gwyneth practically launched herself into her arms, clinging to her like she never wanted to

let go.

McNeil handed over a tissue. "You're all sweaty-"

Violet accepted it and offered it to Gwyneth. "Want to help me wipe my face?"

Gwyneth nodded with great seriousness. When Violet crouched down in front of her, Gwyneth carefully dabbed away the sweat from Violet's face and forehead.

From a distance, the two looked every bit the picture of motherly love, and the crowd in the stands Violet's loyal fans-went wild with applause and cheers.

Violet waved to her supporters, then took Gwyneth's hand and strolled down the track, Gwyneth strutting along with a proud, almost regal expression.

with gifts-so many that McNeil's car

look at all these presents from your admirers! So

few female drivers, she had a devoted following- fanboys, fangirls, even some old-school racing enthusiasts-all eager to gift her cuddly stuffed animals and

giving them to you," Violet said,

life, she had everything she wanted. The gifts from fans didn't mean much to her, but if Gwyneth liked them, she was happy to

Gwyneth squealed, diving into the

McNeil commented, though the fondness in his eyes betrayed nothing

nothing compared

and Violet's cheeks flushed

she wanted their relationship to move forward—something

Let's take her out

rang. It was Xenia calling

hadn't been back since he found out Victoria

"What's up?"

today. She brought a

be a new game from Mom! Let's go home so

A game?

Violet and

always the one most against Gwyneth

couldn't figure out why she