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.

rival who'd nearly matched her time in the qualifiers. That driver was the only

held something back. But with fans watching and McNeil present that day, she'd been forced to push herself to

race was bound to be a fierce battle. She'd stirred up enough headlines in the media already-now she couldn't

your

but then, glancing around, she realized she was surrounded by massive

"Violet," was now "Vivian." Wade hustled over

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

was "Vivian." Ever since the real Vivian retired and got married, Violet had

taken down, and Mr. Garcia had sold it off. Now, seeing it relaunched, Violet's expression darkened. She quickly pulled out

he felt none of the old affection he once had. Whatever feelings

was about to call her, Violet's number flashed on his screen. He

see the ads?" Violet demanded, not bothering with pleasantries. The looming race was