The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 197

Oh my God, it's Vivian! She's the first woman ever to beat out an entire field of male drivers and take first place. To the men, she's nothing short of a living legend -a goddess they can only dream of reaching.

The crowd went wild, the energy in the arena absolutely electric. Even some fans who'd been rooting for other racers found themselves swept up in the excitement, suddenly cheering for Vivian.

Photographers and reporters all aimed their massive telephoto lenses at Vivian, eager to catch a close-up of the day's brightest star.

But just as luck would have it, a breeze swept across Victoria's face, sending her long hair spilling forward and obscuring her features. The best the cameras could capture was a fleeting profile-a glimpse of her cheek, but nothing more. It was just like last time, back during the test run: not one clear shot of her face.

The photographers refused to give up, but by the time they tried for another angle, Victoria had already slipped on her helmet and, flanked by her team, was whisked safely away. In the end, not a single outlet managed to track down "Vivian's" whereabouts.

Meanwhile, McNeil motioned for the bodyguards to take Gwyneth away so he could check on Violet himself.

But Gwyneth wouldn't budge. Tears welled up in her eyes as she clung to McNeil's arm. "Daddy, is Violet going to die?"

McNeil frowned and gently stroked Gwyneth's hair. "No, she's not. I promise. I'm going to see her now. You need to wait here."

No amount of pleading could change his mind. Violet's car was engulfed in flames, but thankfully, the paramedics managed to pull her out. The Halo system had saved her life.

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the rest

off now, but something about

"McNeil-"

more than a whisper, thin and weak as

hospital now," he said gently. "Don't try

with Violet in the ambulance as, elsewhere, Victoria was being hustled away from the crowds by

lingered even a minute longer, the

Clark?" she

replied, "He had a sudden heart attack. He's already been taken to

everything else here. I'm going to the hospital to

through a private corridor, pulling out her phone to tell Yasmine to have the car

find the mysterious new champion, "Vivian" had already disappeared without a

photos-gets pulled. Block as much coverage as you

intention of stepping