The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 169

Chapter 169

George said, "Ms. Ailie, we drive all the time, but honestly, I've never changed a tire in my life."

The others nodded in agreement. Curtis and McNeil always had chauffeurs when they traveled; if a car broke down, another would show up in twenty minutes. Changing a tire themselves? That was unheard of.

"Ms. Marchand, aren't you a race car driver? You must know how to do this, right?"

Someone, a little too bold for their own good, threw out the suggestion. Violet lifted her chin, a faint, mocking smile on her lips.

"I have a professional pit crew for that," she replied coolly. "There's no need for me to get my hands dirty."

In other words, even if she could do it, she certainly wasn't going to.

"So I guess we'll have to wait for roadside assistance. But I checked the weather fog's rolling in soon. Visibility will be awful, and it could take rescue hours to get here."

Garcia had both gotten stranded on the road before; what

around for hours didn't

to the side. As the silence

I give it a

the sound of her voice in

expected that suggestion to

do it," Nash and Jack chimed in, dismissive. George just looked at her with a

"Victoria, why don't you go back to the car with Ailie and

lowered her voice. "Come on, Victoria. You're not exactly built

turned her gaze to McNeil, her eyes cold and distant, as

about you, Mr. Langford?

with his car behind his back before. And by tinkered, she'd once taken it completely

One time, when McNeil was away on business for a couple of weeks, Victoria got bored, sent the staff home, and spent a few days in the garage, dismantling and reassembling the car

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