The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 271

Game development required a special kind of programming language, and this time, the whole team was working together. Victoria poured even more effort into it than when she'd coded alone for her last project.

If she could earn Curtis's trust—and win over the entire tech department—she might finally get access to Quantum Core Technologies' most guarded secrets.

For Victoria, this was a huge break, one she was determined not to let slip by.

But there was another complication: Max and Gwyneth already knew each other, and Victoria had met both Marcus and Max under different identities. When everyone finally met, there'd be no way to keep her marriage to McNeil under wraps.

It was a simple thing, really—no point in making everyone feel awkward over it.

Marcus was disappointed, but there was nothing he could do.

That afternoon, McNeil and Violet went together to pick Gwyneth up from school. When Gwyneth didn't see her mom waiting, she felt a little pang of disappointment.

"Gwyn, how about coming with us to Mr. Green's house after school?" Violet asked with a bright smile, just as Max came out of the school gates.

Marcus had asked them to bring Max home as well.

Gwyneth's face lit up when she saw Max and she waved enthusiastically. "Max! Daddy and Violet are taking me to your uncle's house to play. Let's go together!"

Max looked pleased—until he noticed Violet. His expression soured, and his brows knitted together.

Why did this witch have to be here too?

"I'll wait for my uncle," he muttered stubbornly. He had no desire to ride with that woman.

"Your uncle's busy, so we're all going back together," McNeil explained. "You and Gwyneth are such good friends. Unless you're just shy about riding in the same car as a girl?"

To Max, Violet looked just like a witch from a storybook, and he recoiled from her, barely disguising his dislike.

McNeil, unbothered, handed Max the phone. "Your uncle called. Talk to him yourself."

It took Marcus quite a bit of coaxing over the phone before Max finally agreed to ride home in McNeil's car.

Gwyneth was thrilled. Max always looked out for her, and today he'd even promised to give her that model racecar she'd been eyeing.

She was full of anticipation as they climbed into the car. Max sat in the back, right next to her, and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"That's Miss Violet?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, she's really nice to me," Gwyneth replied.

Ever since she'd seen the racecar model in Mommy's car, she'd dreamed of having one just like it. Victoria had offered to buy her one, but Gwyneth had stubbornly refused out of spite, and Victoria had dropped the subject.

Now, following Max to his room, Gwyneth watched as he pulled out his treasured model racecar, ready to hand it over. But as soon as she saw it, her excitement faded.

"This is the one Miss Fannie gave you?" she asked, disappointment coloring her tone.

It looked nothing like the one she'd seen in her mom's car. This model was bigger and, if anything, even cooler-looking—but for some reason, Gwyneth just didn't like it as much.

"Yeah, my uncle gave it to me—said it was a birthday present from Miss Fannie. If you like it, you can have it," Max offered.

The light in Gwyneth's eyes dimmed. This clearly wasn't the same model car her mom had.

Still, she didn't think Max was lying—he kept all his toys in his room, and this car really was impressive.

Trying to hide her disappointment, Gwyneth shook her head. "It's okay, Max. I was just joking. I don't need the car."

But the thought nagged at her. Maybe the racecar in Mom's car wasn't for Max at all—maybe there was another kid out there who got it.

Max looked puzzled. "I thought you wanted it? Don't worry, I won't tell Miss Fannie, and my uncle won't find out. I'll just sneak it into your dad's car when you go home."