The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 195

He’s berating himself… for Victoria’s sake?

Violet parted her lips, wanting to say something more, but the call had already ended.

“Boss, it’s time—we’re up.”

Wade’s reminder snapped her back. Violet handed her phone to the team manager, feeling an inexplicable weight lodged in her chest, a breath caught that just wouldn’t release.

Curtis used to be one of her admirers—when did that change? When did he stop caring?

She pulled on her helmet, but couldn’t help glancing toward the stands.

McNeil was sitting in the best seat with Gwyneth beside him, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on her.

Whatever sting Curtis had left her with vanished instantly.

Gwyneth, perched next to McNeil, followed his gesture to spot Violet out on the track. She jumped up in excitement.

“Daddy, it’s Violet! She looks so cool—so beautiful!”

To Gwyneth, Violet was the most amazing woman in the world—far outshining even her own mom. Not only was Violet striking, she could also race cars. Gwyneth had always thought Violet was exaggerating, like her mom sometimes did, but now she realized every word had been true.

McNeil kept his eyes on Violet, quietly agreeing, “She is.”

Violet pulled her gaze from McNeil, a smile tugging at her lips.

No matter how impressive Curtis was, he could never measure up to McNeil. If Curtis really was interested in Victoria and managed to win her away, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

By now, the racers were all maneuvering their cars into position. Violet took her place on the track.