The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 187 Victoria stopped by the office that afternoon to ask Curtis for three days off.

She needed the tfor the upcoming race and to help Osborn with his final test drive-there was no way she could make it into work.

Curtis watched her enter, a dozen questions swirling through his mind.

He agreed to her request, but couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"So, Victoria... you and Mr. Campbell-do you know each other?" Maybe Victoria wasn't as straightforward as he'd once thought. Aside from knowing she was married and in the middle of a messy separation, Curtis realized how little he truly understood about her. He didn't even know where she lived, let alone who her husband was.

Was it possible Victoria's divorce was because of her own infidelity? Had she cheated-with Stein, of all people? He couldn't figure out why these thoughts kept connecting in his mind, and even he had to admit how ridiculous it sounded: a general from Evermore City and a married woman from Starfall, barely even out of Curtis's sight- could she really be Mr. Campbell's secret lover? "So, where are you headed? Off to see Mr. Campbell?" The words slipped out before Curtis could stop himself. Mr. Campbell had left on a private jet that afternoon-was Victoria planning to join him? The idea was driving Curtis crazy. He didn't want to ask, but he couldn't seem to help himself.

Victoria looked at him, more confused than anything. "No, it's just spersonal stuff. Why would you even ask that?" She and her brother had barely spoken in public that day. In fact, they'd hardly exchanged more than five words. How had Curtis even guessed they knew each other? "It's nothing. Sorry, I guess I was overthinking things. Never mind-go ahead and take your toff." Curtis forced himself to drop it. If he really wanted to know whether Victoria was still in Starfall, he could always call her during her leave.

Watching Victoria leave his office, bag in hand, Curtis suddenly felt a pang of jealousy, like spossessive boyfriend. But the truth was, Victoria had never given him any reason to asshe meant anything to her at all. It was all just his own wishful thinking.

What did he lack, compared to other men? Victoria had always kept her distance from him since joining the company-she'd never seen him as anything more than a colleague.

Victoria's phone had been buzzing in her hand the whole time. Once she stepped outside the building, she finally answered Lyndon's call.

"What have you been up to these last few days? Osborn's threatening to quit again." Of course it was about Osborn. Victoria gave a wry smile. "I'm on my way now, but my car's in the shop. I'll need to grab a cab." Lyndon sounded impatient. "Textyour location. I'll pick you up." Victoria walked about three blocks from the office before sharing her location with Lyndon. The last thing she needed was office gossip.

It took Lyndon over twenty minutes to reach her.

As Victoria slipped into his car, Violet was just leaving the office. She didn't notice Victoria, but she did catch a glimpse of Lyndon-and her face registered a flash of surprise.

Was she really seeing this right? Had she actually bumped into one of the legendary core members of Vivian's old racing team here in Starfall City? Violet had always felt secure flaunting her identity as "Vivian"-the racing world's once-celebrated engineering prodigy. After all, everyone believed the real Vivian had disappeared for good, supposedly settling down and marrying. No one expected a married woman to return to the grueling world of Formula One, especially not when the job meant living out of hotels, surrounded by male engineers, working late nights, and constantly traveling with the team. What husband would tolerate his wife in that environment? And with motherhood looming, Vivian's career would have been over.

Violet had taken advantage of the rumors and never once been questioned. She wore the title confidently, and with her genuine talent, no one doubted her for a second.

But now Lyndon was here, and Violet's heart skipped a beat. Could Vivian really be back? Victoria sat in the passenger seat while Lyndon drove her straight to the hotel where Osborn was staying.

"We're not going to the track?" she asked, surprised.

"No. York and the others are analyzing the competition with him. There's a new driver in this race Who keeps beating Osborn's times by a few tenths of a second during test runs. He's losing his mind at the hotel."

Lyndon couldn't understand how om Victoria put up with Osborn's m tantrums. If it weren't for the generous fee Osborn paid, Lyndon would have walked out long ago. "I'll go check on him. Did the engine issue get fixed after last time?" Victoria asked.

The most important thing was that the car was safe. Losing a race was nothing compared to risking their lives.

"It's sorted. But he keeps pushing the car to its limits on every corner-if the performance isn't up to par, it just won't cut it." For drivers, it was always a question of whether the car or the man would break first.

When Victoria entered Osborn's suite, he was just stepping out of the shower, a towel slung low around his waist, droplets still tracing the lines of his bare torso. He looked every bit the playboy. "Vicky, darling-" Victoria rolled her eyes and backed away. "Put sclothes on and cwith me."