The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 508

Gwyneth blocked the number with a flick of her finger.

Bill Crawford-Greenvale's favorite golden boy. His family practically ran the place; calling him influential would be an understatement. Gwyneth had started out working at his company, and her sharp business acumen quickly caught his attention. He pursued her relentlessly for two months. At the time, she figured life in Greenvale was lonely enough; having someone to look after her seemed like a pleasant change.

She never quite understood what it was about her that made Bill Crawford so fixated, but the moment she discovered he was seeing other women, she didn't hesitate to cut things off.

Of course, Bill's arrogant pride wasn't about to let him go crawling back-unless, perhaps, it was because she never actually let him have his way.

Now, with no reason to cross paths ever again, Gwyneth couldn't even muster the energy to care.

She stopped by accounting to collect her last paycheck, deciding she deserved a little sweetness to brighten up the gloomy weather. She'd heard about a dessert place with the most incredible soufflés and decided to give it a try.

Gwyneth had inherited her mother Victoria's beauty, but her temperament was all her father McNeil-reserved, distant, not one for making friends.

In a world obsessed with noise and speed, she stood out like a white lily- untouched, unsullied by the chaos around her.

had just placed her order when Bill Crawford materialized in front of

be better to stay with me? No more nine-to-five grind. I'll give you five grand a month, just for

she found so tiresome. She thought of Chris. He was wealthy too,

really were distinctions

grand? That's generous,

five grand in a single day back in Starfall City. Greenvale truly was a small

of Greenvale wouldn't even register as a blip

lips into a smug smile. "No need to get sentimental. I've always

nearly choked on

Bill said, reaching for a napkin to dab the

but you really don't

roster of girlfriends and

she ever thought being cared for by a man was appealing-especially a nouveau

look the least bit embarrassed at being called out. If anything, a hint