The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 121

The reporters’ camera flashes zeroed in on them.

Violet was strikingly elegant and intelligent, while Gwyneth looked adorable and pretty. The two of them—one a graceful adult, the other a bright-eyed child—were the most dazzling presence in the room.

They sat side by side at the computer.

Gwyneth gazed eagerly at the game on the screen. It was the very one she’d been dreaming about.

As the cursor hovered over the “Start” button, both Gwyneth and Violet clicked at the same time.

The game began, and instantly Gwyneth could feel how smooth and intuitive the controls were. The gameplay was exactly what she’d hoped for.

She’d already grown bored of the racing games her mom had let her try—she’d beaten every level, and none of them had ever felt truly challenging.

“Gwyn, here comes the challenge! Let me help you level up!” Violet winked playfully at Gwyneth.

Gwyneth nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

On the big screen, everyone in the audience—reporters, game developers, and tech industry leaders—could see them clearly.

Oliver couldn’t take his eyes off Violet. There were plenty of celebrities at the launch today, but none of them held his attention the way she did.

No wonder the CEO of The Langford Group had been willing to go against his own family just to marry her. It wasn’t just McNeil who was captivated—even Oliver found his heart skipping a beat as he watched her.

These days, there were plenty of women looking for an easy ride, hoping to find a man to take care of them for life.

But Violet was different. Not only had she landed a billionaire, she also worked incredibly hard herself.

Her high score was pure talent; these reporters were just looking for controversy, maybe even to smear the game.

Curtis, too, looked uneasy.

Violet, however, remained calm. She picked up the microphone and drew Gwyneth to her side.

“Gwyneth is actually my friend’s daughter—yes, you heard that right. Mr. McNeil’s daughter.”

Cameras immediately swung toward McNeil, the flashes popping in rapid succession.

“He believes in making learning fun, and it just so happens that Gwyneth is exceptionally talented when it comes to games. We only let her play on weekends—during the week, she doesn’t touch the computer.”

Then Violet handed the microphone to Gwyneth. “Gwyn, tell everyone: how long did it take you to finish a game like this the last time you played?”