The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 152

The bills were crumpled into a tight ball and hurled to the floor.

McNeil pulled out his phone and dialed his executive assistant.

"Take this agreement to the Turner family. Tell her to pick up the divorce papers from City Hall herself. I don't have time for this."

The assistant glanced at the paperwork, an inexplicable chill crawling over her skin as she accepted it.

Victoria left the McNeil estate and called a cab to Quantum Core Technologies.

As the car passed Central Square, her gaze drifted to a massive new billboard plastered across one of the skyscrapers—a bold announcement for next week's rally race.

A gigantic photo dominated the display: a racer with a helmet, but beneath it, a cascade of long, dark hair-strikingly feminine, yet fierce and self-assured.

A scrolling ticker ran beneath.

The legendary female driver makes her grand return: Vivian, top mechanical engineer in the country, back on the racetrack.

looked away, a faint smile tugging at

Group, Golden Era Enterprises, and three other major Starfall

through her phone. Nearly every headline was about the upcoming F1 rally-her news feed flooded with stories

She made a call.

Yasmine picked up.

can launch

"Understood, boss," Yasmine replied.

away, her gaze lingering on the three bold letters

herself a cool, understated smile as the cab

the company was abuzz

as

your desk-Ms. Marchand's treating everyone to

Victoria nodded lightly. "Thanks."

passed than a cluster

burned-lost millions. Even

sold off, and for some reason, Mr. Garcia gave Ms. Turner