The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 318 Over the next few days, Victoria kept picking up Gwyneth after school right on schedule, but McNeil was nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile, Yasmine began liquidating her assets. Yet no matter how much she sold off, it wasn't enough to save V&S Group.

And as for K, after that day, he vanished completely.

But at least she'd managed to find out where he lived, and that was a start. The most important thing she'd learned, though, was that besides his obsession with video games, K also had a thing for car racing.

She'd tried to pay him a visit, but when she rang the doorbell, no one ever answered.

Now, there was only one place left where she might find him: the racetrack.

Victoria staked out for days, waiting for the right moment. Finally, her patience paid off-there was a mid-level race event at Starfall City, and she got herself inside using a few special privileges. K was a die-hard F1 fan, but he rarely raced himself; usually he just hung out with his favorite drivers, grabbing dinner or drinks.

As soon as she stepped onto the track, she spotted him. K was laughing and joking with the captain of one of the teams-they looked like old friends.

Victoria kept to the sidelines, waiting for her chance. When the race finally ended, she managed to cut K off before he could leave.

"K, why have you been avoiding me?" she demanded.

She'd been trying to track him down for ages-he'd blocked her number out of the blue, and wouldn't even open the door when she showed up at his place. After all the dinners she'd cooked for him for nearly a week, didn't she deserve at least a little respect? Paul was chewing gum, giving her a sideways glance. "Me, avoiding you? Why would I do that?" He shot the question right back at her, which only made Victoria more annoyed. "If you're not avoiding me, why did you block my number? And why wouldn't you open the door when I cover?" Paul sneered, "Why should I see you? Who do you think you are, anyway? And I can't stand liars. You're just a fraud." He gave her a little shove as he finished.

"Wait a second-what's that supposed to mean?" Victoria shot back.

Paul shrugged. "You said you were coming over to cook for me, but all you did was order takeout. If you're so unwilling, why bother pretending to be thoughtful? If you want something from someone, at least act like it. You want to learn my algorithms? With that attitude? Sorry, I'm not interested in teaching you." The truth was, he'd never really planned on teaching her anything. Usually, it was men who casking for his help, but none of them could handle his games- they always left, frustrated and defeated.

This time, he just wanted to see what made this woman different. Was Quantum Core Technologies really so desperate that they'd send a woman to him? Victoria held her ground. "I already explained. I had family stuff going on-I couldn't get away. It wasn't on purpose." To Paul, her determined explanation just made her look stubbornly naive, like she couldn't see the obvious.

He watched her for a long moment, then his lips curled into a sly, foxlike grin. His sharp eyes glinted with mischief.

"Sweetheart, I was messing with you from the start. And you actually fell for it." He turned to leave, and Victoria's patience snapped.

She'd been working all day, then running herself ragged at night just to cook for him, and now he wanted to tell her it was all a joke? "A joke? You think it's funny to mess with people like this?" If he hadn't been in his twenties, his face could have passed for a mischievous kid.

Paul just grinned, unbothered. "Yeah, and you're especially fun to mess with." Victoria's eyes narrowed. "So what would it take for you to agree to teach me, seriously no more lies?" Paul walked a few steps, then paused.

"If you really want to learn, it's not impossible." He held up two fingers. "First, be my girlfriend." Victoria couldn't help but laugh out of sheer exasperation. She didn't believe for a second that he actually meant it.

"What's your other condition?" Be his girlfriend? Not a chance.

Paul knew she'd never agree, and that was exactly how he wanted it.

"Second, I love racing. I'm not the best out there, but I'm good enough. If you

really want my help, you'll have to play my way. I like things with a little thrill. If you won't be my girlfriend, then race me. On the track, winner takes all..." Victoria's expression was ice cold.

"You're serious?"

Paul arched an eyebrow. "I'll even give you a twenty-second head start. ΟΠΙ All you have to do is catch up to me.

If you're not up for it, then get lost-and don't ever show your face again." He was pretty sure she'd chicken out, and tried to push past her toward the exit. "Fine. Those are your words, not mine," Victoria said quietly.

Paul was caught off guard-he hadn't expected her to take the bait. He'd just wanted her to give up.

"Sure. If you can catch me, I'll teach you." He reached out as if to hook her chin, but Victoria dodged him easily.

"Nthe tand place," she said coolly. "And make sure all your friends are there to witness it. I wouldn't want you backing out."

Paul grinned, full of bravado. "A real If man keeps his word. If you catch me, I'll teach you everything no holding back. I'll even throw myself in as a bonus if you want." A glint of sharp determination flashed in Victoria's eyes. "Deal."