The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 194

Violet watched Victoria's retreating figure, Lyndon trailing faithfully at her side. A shadow crossed Violet's eyes.

She quickened her pace to catch up, but by the time she entered the venue, Victoria had already vanished.

Maybe Victoria just knew someone here and slipped in through a side door, Violet thought. After all, a woman like Victoria-nothing but pride and pampered airs- couldn't possibly have achieved anything meaningful on her own.

As Violet stepped onto the track, her bright yellow racing suit turned heads everywhere. The crowd erupted the moment they saw her, fans waving signs with her name scrawled across them, shouting with wild enthusiasm.

The sight of it all set Violet's pride ablaze, and in an instant, she cast aside any thoughts of Victoria.

Really, someone like Victoria wasn't worth her concern.

nearly matched her time in the qualifiers. That driver was

that no one gave everything during trial runs. Normally, racers held something back. But with fans watching and McNeil present that day, she'd been forced to push herself

She'd stirred up enough headlines in the media already-now she couldn't afford to embarrass

is your game back

she realized she

game's main character, once "Violet," was now

the store and everyone lost their minds? But the hype was insane. Now they bring it back during the championship-boss, you hit

developer name was "Vivian." Ever

off. Now, seeing it

from the stands—confident, striking, impossible to ignore he felt none of the old affection he once had. Whatever feelings he'd held for her had ended the moment she started seeing McNeil.

Curtis was about to call her, Violet's number flashed on his screen. He slipped away from the noisy crowd,

not bothering with pleasantries. The looming race was far from her mind