The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 430

McNeil arrived at the entrance, only to realize there was no way in without a ticket.

He called his assistant to sort things out, and after some effort, the assistant managed to secure him a prime spot with a perfect view.

Just as McNeil was about to head in through the main entrance, he unexpectedly caught sight of Lyndon and his crew slipping through the access reserved for professional racers. They were all suited up in racing gear, and Victoria was right there with them.

"What are those people doing?" he muttered.

Could they be drivers?

A staff member glanced over, clearly excited. "They're Vivian's engineering team. Haven't you heard?"

Of course McNeil had heard the name before-Vivian was the name Violet used

in the racing world. But there was no way Lyndon and his group were part of Violet's team.

"Since when do engineers let a pregnant woman take part?" McNeil said, watching as Victoria joined the group.

The staffer just looked confused, not having noticed Victoria at all.

McNeil's mood soured. He was tempted to follow them through the racers'

entrance to see what they were really up to, but security stopped him before he could get very far.

Even with all his connections, there was simply no way in through that door.

He had no choice but to give up.

crew call Victoria "boss," and

it.

of marriage, and Victoria had spent nearly every day under his watchful

he really wanted to get to the bottom of this, he could only guess they were from her past-maybe even

Victoria have been hiding some secret life all

crowd, but Victoria was

wasn't there for the race; the whole time, he was searching for her. Yet she

team is

at a cluster of people in bright red uniforms, waiting in the pit to change

been off

got married, and now she's about to have a baby. Honestly, it's a miracle her team is even making a

about Vivian buzzed all around him, fueling

the roar of engines vibrating the stands. McNeil's eyes remained glued to

faces hidden, but he recognized

was Lyndon and his

really were part of Vivian's

then, who

Violet-his wife-been playing

on Lyndon's

couldn't wait for the race to end. He left the stadium

the fluttering flags of dozens of countries, McNeil pulled out his phone and dialed Maynard. "Who

baffled by the

know? Find out. I want

a feeling, but he needed

later, Maynard called back.

anger crept across