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.

the stands, but when she looked back down at her boss, Victoria had already

"Boss!"

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

right in there to check the vehicle's performance and safety—to make sure it was in

by a dozen or so young men

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

lap, bringing his car to

as they rushed over and surrounded his

of the crowd, Osborn's eyes found Victoria immediately. He

it aside, and set both hands

minute, forty-six point

hair, and he half-hoped Victoria might wipe it off for

the track did one minute, forty-five point two-six-five. Faster

loud enough for Victoria to hear. Osborn's face darkened, and for a split second, he looked like

working. The car and your life are one and the same." Victoria brushed Osborn's hands off and got to

teeth. He'd have to talk to Victoria—maybe she could

finished checking Osborn's