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.

hearing Lyndon's crew call Victoria "boss," and

it.

Victoria had spent nearly every day under his watchful

get to the bottom of this, he could

some secret life all

in the grandstand, scanning the crowd, but Victoria was

for the race; the whole time, he was searching for her. Yet she seemed to have

team

people in bright red uniforms, waiting in the pit to change

been off the

now she's about to have a baby. Honestly, it's a miracle her

about Vivian buzzed all around him, fueling

race began, the roar of engines vibrating the stands. McNeil's eyes remained glued to the red-suited

their faces hidden, but

was Lyndon and his

really were

then, who was

role had Violet-his

on Lyndon's group,

race to end. He left the

out his phone and dialed Maynard. "Who was listed as

sounded baffled

thin. "Don't know? Find out. I want an answer

feeling, but

half minutes later, Maynard called

anger