The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 119

Violet was a little surprised to see McNeil already scooping Gwyneth into his arms.

“In a bit, we’ll join Ms. Marchand for the race,” he said, glancing at Violet.

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**The Turner Family**

Victoria ran one last test on the single-player version of the racing game. Satisfied that everything worked perfectly, she packed up and headed to McNeil’s villa.

Hearing the car pull up, Xenia came to the door. For a moment, she just stared—taken aback to see Victoria standing there.

“Ma’am?”

What’s she doing back all of a sudden?

“Is Gwyn here?” Victoria asked, balancing a large birthday cake, a doll, and a toy racecar—Gwyneth’s favorites—on her arms.

Xenia quickly opened the door to let her in. She assumed Victoria was here to check on Mr. McNeil, but ever since he’d recovered from his illness, he hadn’t been home at all.

“Miss Gwyneth hasn’t come back, ma’am.”

How could Gwyneth be home? Last time, one of Mr. McNeil’s girlfriends had tracked him down here, and after some drama, both she and Gwyneth had left together. Honestly, Gwyneth always seemed much closer to that woman than she ever was to Victoria.

“She’s still not back?” Victoria frowned. When Gwyneth had called earlier, she’d assumed her daughter would be waiting at home. She’d delayed a bit, making some last-minute tweaks to the game, and now guilt pricked at her—she hadn’t even brought Yasmine along, just rushed straight over.

Today was Gwyneth’s birthday—and also the launch date for the new game. Technically, Victoria should be at the release event, and she’d even taken the day off for it. Ailie, her boss, insisted that the lead developer needed to be there in person, determined to prove to the rest of the company that Victoria was more than just a pretty face trying to climb the ladder on Mr. Garcia’s coattails.

But when push came to shove, Victoria’s decision was clear: her daughter came first. Everything else could wait.

Xenia hurried to make her a cup of tea, standing nervously nearby.

“Ma’am, are you here for a special reason?” she ventured. Not that she meant to pry, but with the cake and gifts, it was pretty clear Victoria was here for Gwyneth’s birthday.

Mr. McNeil and the little miss hadn’t returned home in weeks. It seemed even less likely they’d show up today.