The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 79

Marcus hadn’t really wanted to trouble Victoria—after all, Max had already told her about the game.

As soon as Victoria heard the details, she realized, Isn’t this the same racing game Gwyneth’s been obsessed with these last few days?

“Alright, Max, it’s just a game. But how about this—later, your uncle will take you to see some real race cars.”

She glanced at the racing app on her phone. “Want me to show you a few tricks, kiddo?”

Victoria gave Max an encouraging wink.

Marcus shot Victoria a look. “He’s just in a mood. Don’t let it bother you.”

Victoria smiled easily. “No worries. Some friends of mine actually helped develop this game years ago. Plus, I’m not too bad at this sort of thing—I might even be able to help Max pull off a win.”

Before she got married, Victoria had known all sorts of tech and finance people, and they still kept in touch.

“Okay!” Max replied, a spark of hope in his eyes. At this point, he’d try anything if it meant beating Gwyneth.

The server had just brought out the soup base, and the rest of the hotpot ingredients were still being prepared, so Victoria took the opportunity to slide into the seat next to Max and focus on teaching him the game.

Max, being a bright kid, picked things up quickly—especially with Victoria’s clear guidance.

He’d played plenty before, but Victoria’s pointers gave him a new edge. As he surged ahead and clinched first place among his teammates, Max could hardly believe it himself.

No wonder he could never beat Gwyneth before—her skills were on a whole different level, probably thanks to Ms. Turner’s coaching.

With his newfound confidence, Max threw himself into round after round, determined to set new records. He kept playing until he’d racked up a string of high scores and left his opponents in the dust.

“I’m going to settle the score with that bratty girl,” Max declared triumphantly, beaming at his new ranking and high score.

Marcus frowned, giving him a warning look. “Watch your manners.”

The “bratty girl” Max referred to was, of course, Violet.

After all, it was a woman who’d caused the accident that killed his parents. She’d been made up to the nines, and the image had burned itself into Max’s memory.

Ever since then, any time he saw a woman with heavy makeup, Max couldn’t help but mutter under his breath.

Marcus had never found a way to break him of the habit.