The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 194

Violet watched Victoria’s retreating figure, Lyndon trailing faithfully at her side. A shadow crossed Violet’s eyes.

She quickened her pace to catch up, but by the time she entered the venue, Victoria had already vanished.

Maybe Victoria just knew someone here and slipped in through a side door, Violet thought. After all, a woman like Victoria—nothing but pride and pampered airs—couldn’t possibly have achieved anything meaningful on her own.

As Violet stepped onto the track, her bright yellow racing suit turned heads everywhere. The crowd erupted the moment they saw her, fans waving signs with her name scrawled across them, shouting with wild enthusiasm.

The sight of it all set Violet’s pride ablaze, and in an instant, she cast aside any thoughts of Victoria.

Really, someone like Victoria wasn’t worth her concern.

Her focus needed to be here, on today’s race—and on the one rival who’d nearly matched her time in the qualifiers. That driver was the only real threat she faced.

Violet knew that no one gave everything during trial runs. Normally, racers held something back. But with fans watching and McNeil present that day, she’d been forced to push herself to the limit just to edge out her competitor.

Today’s race was bound to be a fierce battle. She’d stirred up enough headlines in the media already—now she couldn’t afford to embarrass herself.

“Violet, is your game back online?”

As Violet led her team into the paddock, someone called out from behind. At first she barely registered the question, but then, glancing around, she realized she was surrounded by massive billboards—adverts plastered everywhere with the racing game’s title. Even without looking closely, she recognized it as the Quantum Core Technologies release.

Curtis immediately realized she’d had nothing to do with the re-release.

“Probably the new owners. They’re behind this,” he replied.

Violet forced her voice to stay calm. “You sold the game’s rights for two million. We didn’t just lose money—we lost our reputation. Imagine what the other tech companies are saying about us now.”

Curtis’s tone grew colder, irritation creeping in. “You and I both know who wrote that game’s code. I sold it because I hoped the creator would at least get some credit and closure. I’m a businessman, not a snake. No one should have to betray themselves for a paycheck.”

Violet was momentarily stunned by his sharp response, thrown off balance by the unexpected rebuke.