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The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 430
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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 seffort, the assistant managed to secure him a prspot 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 nbefore-Vivian was the nViolet 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.

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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 ssecret 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." Gossip about Vivian buzzed all around him, fueling McNeil's unease.

The race began, the roar of engines vibrating the stands. McNeil's eyes remained glued to the red-suited mechanics below.

They wore helmets, their faces hidden, but he recognized those figures anywhere.

It was Lyndon and his crew.

So they really were part of Vivian's team.

But then, who was Vivian? And what role had Violet-his wife-been playing all these years? McNeil kept his focus on Lyndon's group, but Victoria never reappeared.

He couldn't wait for the race to end. He left the stadium early.

Outside, under the fluttering flags of dozens of countries, McNeil pulled out his phone and dialed Maynard. "Who was listed as the developer for that racing gV&S Group released a while back?" Maynard sounded baffled by the question.

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McNeil's patience wore thin. "Don't know? Find out. I want an answer in five minutes." 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

by Victoria at Quantum Core Technologies. The V&Group was a company Victoria founded under The victory content is on novelenglish.net! 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 m apother searching for calm. When the race finally ended, he looked up to see Lyndon, and e others emerging Victoriaet the service tunnel back into the sunlight.