The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 511

Gwyneth stood behind a pine tree, shrouded in the faintest light, watching the two figures struggling ahead of her.

"I told you to come out here with me, and you did. Don't pretend you're not interested," the man sneered, his voice low and grating. "We're both adults. Why act coy? There's nobody around for miles-doesn't the thrill of the wild excite you? Now quit stalling and take your clothes off-"

The man tried to pull the woman closer. Gwyneth understood the situation now: a man and a woman hiking up the mountain together, but while the man clearly had other intentions, the woman seemed clueless, probably thinking he'd just invited her for a simple hike.

Gwyneth hadn't planned to get involved, but this was the only trail up the mountain, and the girl was obviously uncomfortable. With a quick decision, Gwyneth cupped her hands around her mouth and let out an eerie owl's call that echoed through the night, chilling and unnatural.

She picked up a fist-sized rock, took aim by the meager starlight, and hurled it at the man. The stone struck him squarely on the forehead.

"Who the hell-Who threw that?"

The woman seized the moment, landed a solid kick right between the man's legs, and as he doubled over in pain, Gwyneth dashed forward, grabbed the girl's hand, and pulled her into a sprint up the trail.

The girl, startled to find anyone else here at all, relaxed only when she saw Gwyneth was another woman. Clasping hands, the two of them ran for their lives toward the summit.

What should have been an hour's climb, they finished in forty minutes.

Gwyneth was in peak shape, but the other girl was running on adrenaline alone. When they finally reached the top, just as the first streaks of dawn split the sky with scarlet light, the girl collapsed onto the ground, breathless and unable to

move.

weren't alone-dozens of people had gathered here to watch

"Thank you."

the girl get a good look at Gwyneth's face

"Vivian?"

age didn't seem

legendary racer from over a decade ago-a genius behind the wheel, the leader of a famous racing team. Anyone in the racing scene knew her name. The girl herself was a fan of

her absolute idol. She'd managed to get

kept it above her bed for years, carefully taking it with

the girl mention Victoria Turner's nickname, and

hear. "You should

stranger tonight, let

the sunrise, Gwyneth planned to visit a famous old chapel nearby-perhaps light a candle for her father, wishing him

my name's Leonie Everhart. What's yours?" Leonie asked, staring at her with wide, unblinking

out, "You really do look just like Vivian-she's my

mention of her

a big fan?" she