The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

"No, that's not it."noveldrama

She said, "They did away with grid girls on the circuit ages ago."

The F1 organization had banned grid girls long ago. Sure enough, as soon as Victoria finished speaking, Violet let out a relieved breath and offered a faint smile.

"This colleague probably isn't familiar with F1, so I don't blame you. I'm not a grid girl-I'm one of the drivers competing this year. I've got my own team, and I hope you'll all come out to cheer me on."

When Violet finished, the room fell silent for a heartbeat before erupting into thunderous applause and a chorus of amazed exclamations.

In that moment, Violet's pride soared to its peak. Everyone in the company looked at her with open admiration and envy.

So this was Ms. Marchand from Quantum Core Technologies-no wonder she had The Langford Group's CEO completely under her spell. With her dazzling confidence and can-do attitude, what man wouldn't be smitten?

As everyone buzzed about Violet, a tall man in a smart suit stood by the doorway. He waited until Violet's speech was over, then walked toward her as the crowd parted to make way.

Violet's smile grew even warmer when she saw him.

"Took you long enough-you just missed my brilliant speech."

With what looked like deep affection to the onlookers, McNeil asked, "What did you say?"

"I invited the whole company to next week's race. I got tickets for everyone, so make sure you and Gwyn come too."

McNeil gave a quiet, noncommittal "Sure."

He and Violet took seats at a table together, his gaze sweeping casually over the crowd-including Victoria.

He met her eyes, cold and indifferent, before quickly looking away.

"Shameless. So are you and McNeil divorced or not? Every time he flaunts his mistress like this, don't you feel the least bit embarrassed?"

Ailie wished she were Mrs. Langford herself—then she'd have every right to march over and slap Violet across the face.

Victoria didn't seem bothered. "It's in the works-almost done."

Just then, Yasmine called to say a package from McNeil had arrived; Victoria asked her to open it and send a photo. To her surprise, it turned out to be the divorce papers she had mailed to McNeil herself.

Both signed copies were in her hands now. She could go to city hall any time. McNeil hadn't even bothered to show up for their wedding, so why would he waste time on the divorce?

He was busy-she understood that.

Lately, she had been swamped with her own projects; she barely found time to use the restroom, let alone finalize paperwork. Since both agreements were with her, she could go whenever she liked.

He wasn't in a hurry, and she wasn't pressed either.

With the initiative in her hands, the whole thing felt much easier to manage.

"Seriously, you should get it over with. If you ask me, Curtis is a much better catch. Once you're done with McNeil, you might want to give him a shot. Admittedly, Curtis isn't the brightest and always takes Violet's side, but if you became Mrs. Garcia, I doubt he'd act like McNeil."

Ailie tore at her bread, glaring daggers at the couple across the room.

Violet stood up from beside McNeil. "Aside from the race, there's something important I want to announce."

"F1 requires real physical strength, so I'll be training intensively these next few weeks. And since we haven't had any team-building activities this year, why don't we all go on a one-night, two-day outdoor hiking and camping trip? It'll help me train, and it'll be good for everyone-strengthen our bodies, boost teamwork, and build our spirit of cooperation."

She turned to Curtis, locking eyes with him. "Mr. Garcia, what do you think?"