The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 155

"No, that's not it."

She said, "They did away with grid girls on the circuit ages ago."

The F1 organization had banned grid girls long ago. Sure enough, as soon as Victoria finished speaking, Violet let out a relieved breath and offered a faint smile.

"This colleague probably isn't familiar with F1, so I don't blame you. I'm not a grid girl-I'm one of the drivers competing this year. I've got my own team, and I hope you'll all come out to cheer me on."

When Violet finished, the room fell silent for a heartbeat before erupting into thunderous applause and a chorus of amazed exclamations.

In that moment, Violet's pride soared to its peak. Everyone in the company looked at her with open admiration and envy.

So this was Ms. Marchand from Quantum Core Technologies-no wonder she had The Langford Group's CEO completely under her spell. With her dazzling confidence and can-do attitude, what man wouldn't be smitten?

As everyone buzzed about Violet, a tall man in a smart suit stood by the doorway. He waited until Violet's speech was over, then walked toward her as the crowd parted to make way.

warmer

you long enough-you just missed my

the onlookers, McNeil asked,

race. I got tickets for everyone, so make sure

gave a quiet, noncommittal

table together, his gaze sweeping casually over

her eyes, cold and

are you and McNeil divorced or not? Every time he flaunts his mistress like this, don't you feel

every right to march over and

didn't seem bothered. "It's

had arrived; Victoria asked her to open it and send a photo. To her surprise, it turned out

could go to city hall any time. McNeil hadn't even bothered to show up for their wedding, so why would he

busy-she