The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 80

He was out for Marcus—after all, the kid had wrecked his car, and there was no way Teague was going to let that slide so easily.

Victoria climbed out of the car and asked Teague for a notepad and pen. Five minutes later, she handed them back to him.

“Here’s a list of the parts you’ll need. The engine’s fine, but if you want any upgrades, I can take care of it—no charge.”

Teague took the list, looking unconcerned at first. He was a sports car collector; of course he could understand Victoria’s notes. But as he read through, his expression changed.

“You actually know how to do this?”

She shot him a look. “What do you think?”

Victoria peeled off her gloves. “It’s not a big deal. Once you’ve got the parts, I can fix it up in forty minutes.”

She was speaking to Marcus, but Teague nearly burst out laughing.

“Forty minutes?”

Victoria glanced at Teague, barely bothering to hide her disdain.

“Do you even know anything about cars? Ever watched Formula One? Back in 2018, the Vivian Racing Team managed a 1.8-second tire change and rebuilt a totaled car in thirty minutes at the world championships. Look it up if you don’t believe me.”

Teague actually had heard about that, but watching this slip of a girl bluff was still something else.

He grinned, mischief in his eyes. “Alright, I’ll get the parts. He’ll pay. You fix the car.”

Then he leaned in a little too close to Victoria, giving her a sleazy look.

“And if you can’t pull it off, you’ll have to be my girlfriend.”

Marcus immediately pulled Victoria behind him. “Cut the crap. I told you, we’ll get it fixed.”

“Can Miss Fannie drive?” Max had been listening nearby for a while. He didn’t catch most of the conversation, but ever since Victoria taught him how to play a racing game, he’d looked up to her.

Victoria hesitated for a split second. Of course she could drive—she was a pro, a real expert.

But—

“No, sweetheart. Miss Fannie just fixes cars—she doesn’t drive them.”

Marcus ruffled Max’s hair and glanced at Victoria. “Sorry for the trouble. Let’s get going.”

Marcus’s car sped south, leaving the quiet streets behind and heading toward the bustling city.

At a major intersection ahead, a fleet of black SUVs came barreling in from both sides, each one gunning straight for them at breakneck speed.

Even with Marcus’s lightning reflexes, he couldn’t avoid the ambush.

The car was T-boned, spun through the air, and slammed down after a full 360-degree roll. Inside, the world spun violently—Victoria tumbled with it.

The brutal impact nearly knocked her out; sticky blood ran down from her scalp.

As her eyes fluttered shut, she thought she saw Edith.

“Mom… are you here to take me home?”

But her mother had died from heartbreak, her father was remarrying with the Turner family’s money, and her aunt was lying in a coma, unlikely to ever wake up.

There were vultures circling McNeil Estate. Her own daughter had turned away from her.

She was so tired. So tired she just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up again.