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."

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

sitting around for hours didn't sit well

As the silence

I give

McNeil-turned toward the sound

one had expected that suggestion to come from

can't do it," Nash and Jack chimed in, dismissive. George just looked at her with a bemused smile, but out of a basic

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

exactly built for this. Let's leave it to the guys-they

gaze to McNeil, her eyes cold and distant, as if the two of them were

Mr. Langford? What do

behind his back before. And by tinkered, she'd once taken

take her and Gwyn on trips together. 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,