The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 73

Violet sat confidently beside Gwyneth, the two of them immersed in a racing game.

At first, Violet cruised along with ease, but as the rounds went on, Gwyneth’s skills noticeably sharpened. Her interceptions on the track grew more aggressive, and she started giving Violet a real run for her money.

They played two rounds, and by the third, Violet was almost defeated.

Thankfully, it ended in a draw—otherwise, Violet would have wanted to vanish into thin air.

Imagine—a five-year-old nearly wiping the floor with her in a racing game.

Who was she, after all? Violet Marchand, a well-known racecar driver back home, someone who rarely met her match during high-speed simulation training. Yet today, she’d almost been bested by a child.

Gwyneth lost all three rounds, but she didn’t seem upset. Instead, she lowered her head, only to look up with a bright grin and offer Violet a compliment.

“Ms. Marchand, you’re amazing!”

Violet forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Gwyneth, she thought, really is as exasperating as her mother.

Violet couldn’t help but wonder—had Gwyneth been playing online at home? How else could she have improved so much in just a few days?

Her first suspect was Victoria, but she quickly dismissed the idea.

Victoria was the type who spent her days fussing over her husband and child, hardly ever stepping outside. She wouldn’t even let Gwyneth touch a phone or any electronics—as if she were stuck in the 1970s—so there was no way she’d be teaching Gwyneth to play racing games.

When McNeil returned from the restroom and saw Violet and Gwyneth focused on the game, he couldn’t help but frown.

“Daddy, Violet is so good! I practiced at home for days and beat every single game, but I still can’t win against her,” Gwyneth exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over. After all, nobody likes being the undefeated champion if it means always playing alone.

Seeing his daughter in such high spirits, McNeil’s brow relaxed.

Video games might not be ideal, but there was no denying the obvious joy Gwyneth felt when she was with him and Violet.