NovelUpdateChapter 154 Victoria reached out and took the tickets.
"I know racing isn't exactly your thing. It's not the kind of sport everyone's into yet. But Gwyn's always been at my side, and I know how much she loves racing-it's her favorite, even that gshe's always playing." Violet paused, her tone cool and measured. "You really shouldn't use your personal grudges to hurt a child, Victoria. If I were you, I'd never do that.
Gwyn will be there next week, too. As her mother, you should try to understand her, not force her into things just because you think it's good for her. Think about it." She didn't spare Victoria another glance. The executives were still waiting for her.
Victoria stood there, holding the tickets. She set one aside.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAilie hadn't followed the crowd to cozy up to Violet, but when she saw Violet heading her way, she perked up.
"What did those three want with you?" Victoria handed her one of the tickets.
"F1 race. Ms. Marchand gavetwo tickets, but I can't make it. You go. Your seat's next to Mr. Garcia." "What? She put you and Mr. Garcia together? She knows your husband is McNeil so is she trying to set you up with Curtis, or just hoping for a scandal? If you get caught cheating during the marriage, you can kiss most of the divorce settlement goodbye." Victoria just shot Ailie a look, her brows drawing together. "I have no intention of taking McNeil to court. I'm not interested in the Langford family's money." Ailie sighed. As far as she remembered, Victoria's family had plenty of money anyway. She recalled that Victoria's mother was into art and music, and had always hoped Victoria would follow in her footsteps. After Victoria left for Europe, they'd lost touch.
But now the Langford Group was one of the biggest players in Starfall City's business world. Victoria's pride seemed almost out of place.
Then again, everyone has their own path. Someone like Victoria-she could lose money on a gand still walk away with half a million. Even if she divorced, she'd land on her feet, so Ailie decided not to press the issue.
Ailie took the ticket. "If you're not going, I will. I'll keep an eye on those three for you-see what tricks Violet's up to this time." F1? Seriously, who even understands that stuff? What Ailie really cared about was what gViolet was playing.
While they chatted off to the side, Violet stepped up to the podium.
She picked up the mic, and the room instantly fell silent.
"Everyone who passed through the main square today probably saw that giant billboard. Well, yes-the model up there is me." The announcement sent murmurs rippling through the crowd. Several women in the company were left gaping in surprise, while the men looked at Violet with newfound admiration.
Up on the billboard, the race car driver looked sharp and commanding. Everyone had assumed it was just a professional model posing in a driver's suit for the F1 ad-no one imagined it was actually Ms. Marchand.
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Violet basked in the attention, just as she always did on the track.
Whenever she pulled off her helmet and shook out her dark hair, the crowd would go wild- especially since she was a woman in a field dominated by men. "Ms. Marchand, are you an F1 grid girl?" someone suddenly blurted out.
Victoria happened to be taking a bite of cake and nearly choked.
Violet's self-satisfied smile faltered; her expression darkened for a split second.
Ailie grinned. So Violet was just a grid girl after all.
Basically a cheerleader in skimpy outfits prancing around the om field-nothing special. All that pomp En. and pretense, and for what?
"Always acting so prim and proper, m but turns out she's just out there shaking her hips in in bikini. What's she trying to show off for at the office?" Ailie muttered under her breath. Victoria took a sip of water, finally managing to swallow the stubborn piece of cake stuck in her throat.
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