The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 202

McNeil noticed the game's prompt: Please contact the developer. Signed, Vivian.

He'd always known Violet was Vivian. The game had been sold by Curtis Garcia for twenty million, so the listed author was "Vivian," but Violet herself wasn't technically the owner anymore.

"Maybe."

"I'm sorry, Gwyn. Looks like there are still some bugs in the game. I'll try to figure it out, okay?" Violet offered.

Strangely, Violet felt a flicker of satisfaction at the game's malfunction.

Someone had tried to swoop in and make a quick profit, but their plan had clearly backfired.

Victoria, that fool, had let Curtis sell the rights and only walked away with half a million. If she'd stepped in sooner and kept control before the sale, she could've negotiated a hefty profit-sharing deal with the buyers.

Business was never Victoria's strong suit. The buyers weren't much better—thinking they could revive the game just because Quantum Core Technologies had made waves before. But now, even after the relaunch, no one could register.

While Violet and Gwyneth talked, McNeil quietly stepped aside and dialed the contact number displayed in the game.

It rang for a long time before a customer service agent finally picked up.

"How can I help you, sir?"

McNeil hesitated. "I tried to sign up for a game account on my phone today, but it says I'm an unauthorized user. What's going on?"

The agent seemed caught off guard, pausing for a few seconds before replying, "I'm sorry, sir, but the developer set up a blacklist. If you can't log in, it means your ID has been blocked by the system."

So it wasn't just him—Violet's number was blacklisted as well.

McNeil didn't ask any more questions, nor did he tell Violet what he'd learned.

"Mommy—!"

Victoria hadn't heard Gwyneth call her that in ages, but her heart wasn't as soft as it once was. Though her response was cool, she still hugged Gwyneth back.

"What made you decide to come stay with me all of a sudden?"

Victoria guessed it was because Violet was in the hospital. Of course, Gwyneth wasn't about to admit she couldn't stay with Violet, so she put on her sweetest voice and coaxed, "Because I missed you, Mommy."

Victoria just smiled, unconvinced.

She knew all too well how clever Gwyneth could be. She'd always had her little schemes—probably inherited from McNeil, Victoria thought. At least she herself was never one for saying one thing and meaning another.

Victoria still took Gwyneth back to McNeil's house. She didn't want her daughter spending time around the Millers. Judging by the Miller family's attitude towards Violet, if Gwyneth was ever to acknowledge Simms Miller as her grandfather, it would likely be only as Violet's stepdaughter.