The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 196

By this point, Victoria and her team were fully geared up, ready to swap out Osborn's tires for the second time.

They had barely finished speaking when two cars collided on the track. Osborn's car got caught up in the chaos, yet he somehow managed to wrestle his battered vehicle over to Victoria's pit crew.

The tires were changed in record time, but instead of racing back out, Osborn flung open his door. The team scrambled to help him out, and through the flurry of mechanics in their crisp uniforms, his hand found Victoria's with unwavering certainty.

"Take over for me. I can't go on."

Victoria hesitated for only a heartbeat before sliding into Osborn's seat. By the time she rejoined the race, nobody in the stands even noticed the switch.

Moments earlier, a serious crash had sent two top drivers straight off the circuit, loaded onto stretchers by medics who reached them in under ten seconds. Thankfully, neither was badly hurt.

The other cars roared on, the race unbroken.

stepped out, his strength utterly spent. He was swiftly carried away on a

change had cost her dearly; most of the field was now far ahead. She forced herself into a cold, mechanical focus-there

the absolute limit. By the fiftieth lap, she'd passed most of the other drivers, igniting an eruption of applause from Osborn's fans. But there were

eyes off Violet's red Ferrari. She tugged on

a few times, but always fought her way back, leaving her rivals far behind. Now, only three cars kept pace with her-the final six laps would decide everything. By lap fifty-four, Violet was so far ahead, the

two more laps, and

feet, their cheers thunderous

neck, eyes wide, not

her. She was the only woman on the track, and she

today, she, Violet, would shatter the myth that women

the last turn onto the final lap, hugging the inside line, a sudden shout erupted