The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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."

Langford and Mr. Garcia had both gotten stranded on the road before; what made

prospect of sitting around for

been standing quietly to the side. As the

I give

and McNeil-turned toward the sound

that suggestion

and Jack chimed in, dismissive. George just looked at her with a bemused smile, but out of a basic respect for women, none of

stepped in. "Victoria, why don't you go back to the car with Ailie

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

her eyes cold and distant, as if the

Mr. Langford? What do

McNeil didn't know was that Victoria had tinkered with his car behind his back before. And by tinkered, she'd once taken it completely apart in

he'd bought the car and promised to take her and Gwyn on trips together. One time, when McNeil was away on business for a couple of weeks, Victoria got