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.

the arena, fans showered Violet with gifts-so many that McNeil's car was

at all these presents from your admirers!

the few female drivers, she had a devoted following- fanboys, fangirls, even some old-school racing enthusiasts-all eager to

I'm giving them to you," Violet said, barely

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

Gwyneth squealed, diving into the mountain of stuffed animals,

spoil her rotten," McNeil commented, though the fondness in his eyes betrayed nothing but

replied, "These are nothing compared

eyes met, and Violet's

relationship to move forward—something more than

today Gwyn's birthday? Let's take her out for

rang. It was Xenia calling

back since he found

"What's up?"

today. She brought a present for

up. “Daddy, it must be a new game from Mom! Let's go home so I

A game?

and

was always the

she would have bought