The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 124

Osborn’s test run was over, and the other driver was already packing up to leave.

He inquired about the guy’s lap times—fastest lap, 1 minute 45.265 seconds.

“Damn—”

Osborn muttered a curse under his breath. Looked like he finally had a worthy rival.

Violet had already changed out of her helmet and racing suit when Gwyneth practically launched herself into her arms, clinging to her like she never wanted to let go.

McNeil handed over a tissue. “You’re all sweaty—”

Violet accepted it and offered it to Gwyneth. “Want to help me wipe my face?”

Gwyneth nodded with great seriousness. When Violet crouched down in front of her, Gwyneth carefully dabbed away the sweat from Violet’s face and forehead.

From a distance, the two looked every bit the picture of motherly love, and the crowd in the stands—Violet’s loyal fans—went wild with applause and cheers.

Violet waved to her supporters, then took Gwyneth’s hand and strolled down the track, Gwyneth strutting along with a proud, almost regal expression.

Outside the arena, fans showered Violet with gifts—so many that McNeil’s car was nearly overflowing.

“Wow, Violet, look at all these presents from your admirers! So many plushies!”

Because Violet was one of the few female drivers, she had a devoted following—fanboys, fangirls, even some old-school racing enthusiasts—all eager to gift her cuddly stuffed animals and toys.

“Now they all belong to Gwyn. I’m giving them to you,” Violet said, barely glancing at the pile.

At this stage in her life, she had everything she wanted. The gifts from fans didn’t mean much to her, but if Gwyneth liked them, she was happy to hand them all over.

“Really? Thank you, Violet!” Gwyneth squealed, diving into the mountain of stuffed animals, absolutely delighted.

“You’re going to spoil her rotten,” McNeil commented, though the fondness in his eyes betrayed nothing but affection for Gwyneth.

Violet replied, “These are nothing compared to what you’ve given me.”

Their eyes met, and Violet’s cheeks flushed pink.

Truth be told, she wanted their relationship to move forward—something more than just boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Let’s go have dinner. I’ll have the driver take Gwyn home first,” McNeil decided.

He and Violet waited for another car while the driver took Gwyneth back to the house.

Buzzing with anticipation, Gwyneth barely waited for the car to stop before jumping out and dashing inside.

“Mom, I’m home! Did you bring me the game?”

She hadn’t gotten her fill at the game launch earlier, and now her mom had brought her a copy—perfect.

Xenia greeted her at the door. “Miss Gwyneth, your mother waited for you all day, but she had to leave before you got back.”

“Oh… Mom’s not home?” Gwyneth’s disappointment was brief—after all, it was the game she really wanted.

Xenia handed over the laptop Victoria had left. “Your mom said the game’s all downloaded and ready. She wanted you to have it.”

Gwyneth snatched it up eagerly. The new app looked just like the one she’d played earlier.

She booted up the game—sure enough, it was the same one. Excitement bubbled up inside her, but barely halfway through her first round, her smile faded.