The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 122

“Just three days, but the total playtime never exceeds five hours.”

Gwyneth spoke with unmistakable pride, and she wasn’t just talking about this particular racing game—she meant every game like it.

All the tricks she’d mastered came from her mom. That’s why she played with such effortless flair.

The audience erupted in astonishment.

Gwyneth beamed, proud as ever.

Ailie, meanwhile, looked like her eyes might roll right out of her head.

Right then, a reporter suddenly piped up with a pointed question.

“Ms. Marchand, what exactly is your relationship with Mr. Langford? And is this young Miss Gwyneth’s biological mother actually Miss Violet?”

The room fell eerily silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting to see how Violet would respond.

But Violet didn’t look the least bit rattled. She gave no sign that Gwyneth was her daughter—or that she wasn’t. Instead, she crouched down in front of Gwyneth, right there before everyone, and pressed her forehead gently to the little girl’s.

“Gwyneth and I aren’t mother and daughter, but we’re even closer than that. Besides, we make a pretty great team when it comes to games.”

Her playful answer neatly sidestepped the reporter’s trap. It sounded like an answer—yet it wasn’t quite.

It wasn’t what people wanted, but there was no chink in her armor.

“All right, let’s get back to our game time,” the host quickly chimed in, shooting a glance at Curtis in the audience.

At his cue, the topic returned to the event.

Gwyneth and Violet went back to their seats.

The game launch continued for just ten more minutes before reaching its grand finale—the staff took their bows on stage.

“And now, I’m proud to announce the developer of this game—our programming genius, Violet Marchand.”

Violet’s name flashed on the giant screen, and another wave of astonished murmurs swept the crowd.

So Violet was the creator behind the game. Impressive didn’t even begin to cover it.