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The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 122
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Chapter 122 "Just three days, but the total playtnever exceeds five hours." Gwyneth spoke with unmistakable pride, and she wasn't just talking about this particular racing game-she meant every glike it.

All the tricks she'd mastered cfrom her mom. That's why she played with such effortless flair.

The audience erupted in astonishment.

Gwyneth beamed, proud as ever.

Ailie, meanwhile, looked like her eyes might roll right out of her head.

Right then, a reporter suddenly piped up with a pointed question.

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"Ms. Marchand, what exactly is your relationship with Mr. Langford? And is this young Miss Gwyneth's biological mother actually Miss Violet?" The room fell eerily silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting to see how Violet would respond.

But Violet didn't look the least bit rattled. She gave no sign that Gwyneth was her daughter-or that she wasn't. Instead, she crouched down in front of Gwyneth, right there before everyone, and pressed her forehead gently to the little girl's. "Gwyneth and I aren't mother and daughter, but we're even closer than that. Besides, we make a pretty great team when it comes to games." Her playful answer neatly sidestepped the reporter's trap. It sounded like an answer yet it wasn't quite.

It wasn't what people wanted, but there was no chink in her armor.

"All right, let's get back to our gtime," the host quickly chimed in, shooting a glance at Curtis in the audience.

At his cue, the topic returned to the event.

Gwyneth and Violet went back to their seats.

The glaunch continued for just ten more minutes before reaching its grand finale-the staff took their bows on stage.

"And now, I'm proud to announce the developer of this game-our programming genius, Violet Marchand." Violet's nflashed on the giant screen, and another wave of astonished murmurs swept the crowd.

So Violet was the creator behind the game. Impressive didn't even begin to cover it.

In the audience, Oliver couldn't help but steal another glance at Violet. He'd been too quick to judge; this woman wasn't just the financial prodigy everyone in the business world was raving about-she was a tech star, too.

He looked over at McNeil, quietly grumbling to himself about how the Langford family seemed to get all the luck.

Ailie, seeing Violet's non the screen, nearly slammed her fist on the table in outrage.

Curtis's expression froze for a moment-Ailie had insisted the gwas Victoria's work. How could this be? But then he remembered someone in the tech department did mention Violet had fixed a few bugs for them, and everyone saw it.

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Thunderous applause rolled through the room. Ailie clenched her jaw so hard it was a wonder she didn't break a tooth.

How could Violet possibly be the developer? And worse, how could she be so shameless about it? McNeil leaned toward Curtis, speaking in a low voice.

"If Violet's really interested in this project, and the market launch goes well, I'm ready to invest." Nothing carried more weight than a promise like that. Between love, pride, and a lucrative deal, Curtis chose the money.

At the end of the launch, McNeil and Curtis signed the partnership ་ཁུ j m contract right in front of jou fjournalists and gaming fans alike-sealing the deal for all to see. The news sent Violet's reputation soaring to new heights.

Soon, all of Starfall City was buzzing about the partnership between m Quantum Core Technologies and the Langford Group. Violet becthe most sought-after woman in town—a legend in her own right.

"All right, let's head to the track," Violet said, giving Gwyneth's cheek an affectionate pinch.

McNeil drove the two of them, while Gwyneth's face lit up with pure m happiness "Violet, did you really make that gwe played today? That's amazing!" Gwyneth was still bubbling with excitement-she hadn't had nearly enough gtime. "Mhm. After I test-drive the car, I'll play with you smore at home," Violet promised. "Yay!" Gwyneth cheered.

Her joy was contagious, and as McNeil watched his daughter's smile in the rearview mirror, he thought to himself that this partnership was worth every penny.