The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 193

Curtis wasn’t sure if he’d really seen Victoria, so he decided to call and check.

“Yeah, the tech team said there’s an issue with the system. They want me to take a look.”

“What??”

Curtis repeated Victoria’s words, confused. “Why would the tech team need you to fix a system problem?”

Because of the whole mess with the game, Curtis avoided letting Victoria handle anything related to programming; it always reminded him how his inaction had cost her the game rights.

Victoria replied, “Didn’t you tell them to ask me, Mr. Garcia?”

After leaving the preschool, Victoria eventually headed over to Osborn’s place.

She spent the whole evening with the team. With a big race the next day, no one was drinking, so they just booked a private lounge at a hotel to relax, chat, and sing karaoke.

It was the only time Victoria had to scroll through her phone and catch up on entertainment news.

She sat on the couch, head down, idly flicking through celebrity updates on an app, finally feeling some stress melt away.

The drama with Gwyneth had been weighing on her all day. She couldn’t even bring herself to call her daughter.

Suddenly, York waved his phone in the air, his voice rising above the chatter. “Hey, our boss made the news!”

Everyone perked up and crowded around him, curious.

The headline read: “Top International Female Engineer Makes Triumphant Return — Vivian, the Only Woman on the Track, Takes the Stage.”

There was even a photo from the race with Osborn: two cars, one blue and one red, tearing down the track, the motion blur making them look almost ghostly. Victoria herself was caught in the frame, though the shot was hurried and a bit unclear.

She leaned in for a closer look, but Osborn had already snatched York’s phone away.

“What the hell? Who took this? You can’t see anything—it’s all a blur!”

They’d always known Ms. Marchand was impressive, but in her racing gear, she seemed even more unpredictable and magnetic.

Violet basked in the crowd’s admiration, her team close behind.

But what Violet never expected was that she wouldn’t spot Victoria among the Quantum Core group. Instead, as she walked through the inner corridors toward the track, she ran directly into Victoria.

“Victoria? You’re not supposed to be back here. Only drivers use this entrance. Wade, take the guests to the stands.”

The man called Wade shot Victoria a harsh look. “You’re not allowed back here. The stands are that way.”

Victoria stepped back, her eyes icy.

“No need,” she replied coolly.

Then, right in front of Violet and her entire team, Victoria walked straight through the inner corridor and onto the track, Lyndon by her side.