The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 430

McNeil arrived at the entrance, only to realize there was no way in without a ticket.

He called his assistant to sort things out, and after some effort, the assistant managed to secure him a prime spot with a perfect view.

Just as McNeil was about to head in through the main entrance, he unexpectedly caught sight of Lyndon and his crew slipping through the access reserved for professional racers. They were all suited up in racing gear, and Victoria was right there with them.

“What are those people doing?” he muttered.

Could they be drivers?

A staff member glanced over, clearly excited. “They’re Vivian’s engineering team. Haven’t you heard?”

Of course McNeil had heard the name before—Vivian was the name Violet used in the racing world. But there was no way Lyndon and his group were part of Violet’s team.

“Since when do engineers let a pregnant woman take part?” McNeil said, watching as Victoria joined the group.

The staffer just looked confused, not having noticed Victoria at all.

McNeil’s mood soured. He was tempted to follow them through the racers’ entrance to see what they were really up to, but security stopped him before he could get very far.

Even with all his connections, there was simply no way in through that door.

He had no choice but to give up.

He kept hearing Lyndon’s crew call Victoria “boss,” and he couldn’t make sense of it.

Six years of marriage, and Victoria had spent nearly every day under his watchful eye.

Those people couldn’t have been friends she made after their wedding. If he really wanted to get to the bottom of this, he could only guess they were from her past—maybe even from a group he knew nothing about.

Could Victoria have been hiding some secret life all this time?

McNeil sat in the grandstand, scanning the crowd, but Victoria was nowhere to be found.

He wasn’t there for the race; the whole time, he was searching for her. Yet she seemed to have vanished.

“Look, Vivian’s team is here!”

Someone pointed at a cluster of people in bright red uniforms, waiting in the pit to change tires.

“Finally! They’ve been off the radar for years.”

“Not surprising,” another voice chimed in. “I heard Vivian got married, and now she’s about to have a baby. Honestly, it’s a miracle her team is even making a comeback.”

He already had a feeling, but he needed confirmation.

Two and a half minutes later, Maynard called back. “It was Vivian—”

A slow burn of anger crept across McNeil’s forehead.

Vivian was the game’s developer. That game’s code had been written by Victoria at Quantum Core Technologies. The V&S Group was a company Victoria founded under Stein’s name, with Osborn listed as the legal owner.

That meant there was only one person who could be Vivian—Victoria herself.

Well, well.

His wife of six years, married in secret, had been hiding an entire identity from him.

He’d never had a clue.

McNeil couldn’t recover from the shock.

He leaned against the hood of his car, lighting one cigarette after another, searching for calm.

When the race finally ended, he looked up to see Lyndon, Victoria, and the others emerging from the service tunnel back into the sunlight.