The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 195

He's berating himself... for Victoria's sake?

Violet parted her lips, wanting to say something more, but the call had already ended.

"Boss, it's time we're up."

Wade's reminder snapped her back. Violet handed her phone to the team manager, feeling an inexplicable weight lodged in her chest, a breath caught that just wouldn't release.

Curtis used to be one of her admirers-when did that change? When did he stop caring?

She pulled on her helmet, but couldn't help glancing toward the stands.

McNeil was sitting in the best seat with Gwyneth beside him, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on her.

Whatever sting Curtis had left her with vanished instantly.

next to McNeil, followed his gesture to spot Violet out on the

it's Violet! She looks so

was the most amazing woman in the world-far outshining even her own mom. Not only was Violet striking, she could also race cars. Gwyneth had always thought Violet was exaggerating, like her mom sometimes did, but now

kept his eyes on Violet, quietly agreeing,

her gaze from McNeil, a smile tugging

impressive Curtis was, he could never measure up to McNeil. If Curtis really was interested in Victoria and managed to win her away, maybe it wouldn't be so

the racers were all maneuvering their cars into position. Violet took her place on the

erupted from the stands-louder and louder. Female drivers were

even rarer.

lineup, drawing a fresh

car, someone caught the audience's eye-a woman in a mechanic's jumpsuit, her ponytail swinging as she moved through the pit. People

A female mechanic?

F1 rally events—a legendary female engineer had once led her crew, checking cars before the race.

imagining things. That was unmistakably the