The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 129

Back in the day, Victoria had been the one he'd picked out—and time had proven he'd made the right choice.

Curtis glanced absently in the direction Victoria had just left, then fell silent.

As soon as they stepped out of the restaurant, Ailie's tirade started up and didn't stop.

Victoria could only sigh, turning around to comfort her instead.

"It's just a game, Ailie. Look, I've got a few things to take care of, so I can't stay."

She texted Yasmine to come pick her up, and judging by the time, Yasmine would be there any minute.

Ailie saw that no matter how much she ranted, Victoria stayed calm, not even hinting at wanting to argue her case. That left Ailie feeling frustrated and powerless, as if she were all wound up with nowhere to vent.

"Well, if you don't care and you're the one who was wronged, what am I supposed to say?"

All she could do now was hope karma would catch up to those two cheaters. Victoria hopped into the car as soon as Yasmine pulled up, and they headed straight for the Formula 1 track-Osborn was already on lap eighty.

Victoria's arrival sent a ripple of excitement through the team.

but when she looked back down at her boss, Victoria had already changed into her coveralls and was standing among

"Boss!"

look before turning his attention to Osborn's Ferrari, now burning through

to its limits, the team would have to get right in there to check the vehicle's performance and safety—to make

side, surrounded by a dozen or so

those handsome, sun- kissed guys in their uniforms, muscles straining under the fabric-she was convinced she could fall

the last lap, bringing his car to a dramatic halt on the

team as they rushed over and

the midst of the crowd, Osborn's

and set

minute, forty-six point two-one-two. Not bad,

still dripped from his tousled hair, and he half-hoped Victoria might wipe it

last guy off the track did one

out of nowhere, pitched just loud enough for Victoria to hear. Osborn's face darkened, and

one and the same." Victoria

have to talk to Victoria—maybe she could kick that killjoy out. He

checking Osborn's car, it was