The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 202

McNeil noticed the game's prompt: Please contact the developer. Signed, Vivian.

He'd always known Violet was Vivian. The game had been sold by Curtis Garcia for twenty million, so the listed author was "Vivian," but Violet herself wasn't technically the owner anymore.

"Maybe."

"I'm sorry, Gwyn. Looks like there are still some bugs in the game. I'll try to figure it out, okay?" Violet offered.

Strangely, Violet felt a flicker of satisfaction at the game's malfunction.

Someone had tried to swoop in and make a quick profit, but their plan had clearly backfired.

Victoria, that fool, had let Curtis sell the rights and only walked away with half a million. If she'd stepped in sooner and kept control before the sale, she could've negotiated a hefty profit-sharing deal with the buyers.

Business was never Victoria's strong suit. The buyers weren't much better- thinking they could revive the game just because Quantum Core Technologies had made waves before. But now, even after the relaunch, no one could register.

stepped aside and dialed the contact number displayed

long time before a customer service agent

I help you,

to sign up for a game account on my phone today, but it says I'm

pausing for a few seconds before replying, "I'm sorry, sir, but the developer set up a blacklist. If you can't log in, it means your ID has been

it wasn't just him-Violet's number was blacklisted

didn't ask any more questions, nor did he tell Violet what

pulled Gwyneth over to him, asked the nurse to look after Violet, and offered to

his daughter. "Violet isn't feeling well right now. I want you to stay with your

room for argument. Gwyneth's face fell

I don't

to stay in the hospital for some time. She can't take care of you right now. When she's

expression, Gwyneth could only nod,

Gwyneth,