The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 515

Gwyneth definitely didn't want that man driving her home.

Just looking at him, you could tell he wasn't the friendly type. Best to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Mom, I really did run into some trouble today. But Gwyn saved me if it hadn't been for her, even if Uncle had come to pick me up, it might've been too late."

Leonie Everhart had already caught on to what Hawthorne was thinking. She was afraid he'd take Gwyneth away somewhere to interrogate her.

Honestly, her uncle was a good man, just a little too overprotective of the Everhart family. It wasn't just her-her brother, who was already in his twenties and running his own business, still had to put up with Uncle's constant surveillance.

Every time she and her brother came home, seeing their uncle was like a pair of mice spotting a cat.

"Oh my goodness, what happened? Did you run into someone dangerous?"

Mrs. Everhart was pale with worry, and Mr. Everhart looked just as alarmed.

Even though their daughter was back safe and sound, standing right in front of them, they couldn't hide their anxiety.

"It's alright, really. See? I'm perfectly fine. Last night, Gwyn and I went hiking, and it got dark before we could make it back. I couldn't see where I was going, and if Gwyn hadn't grabbed me just in time, I would've fallen and hurt myself."

She lied through her teeth, sneaking a glance at her uncle's warning gaze, then quickly looking away in guilt.

Her uncle clearly wanted to take Gwyneth aside and question her. People he took away like that rarely showed up again.

was simple-she looked uncannily like her idol, Vivian. Leonie would risk anything to keep

lie, Leonie's eyes filled with tears as she

Mom, Gwyn just got to Greenvale, and she even saved me. She's all alone here, and it's not safe for a girl by herself. Why don't we

her uncle to Gwyneth, eyes darting so fast she nearly

accept this lifeline Leonie was tossing her, that man would absolutely drag her off for

memory of the bloodied man being carried away from the mountain flashed through her mind. That guy was scary. Would he

do

cut in, making Leonie's eyes pool with tears as

safe," Mrs. Everhart said gently. "And Miss Gwyneth seems like a very kind young woman-I'm sure she's not a bad

his throat and tried to smooth things over. "Hawthorne, Leonie's still

barely moving.

had to return to the office, refusing to even glance at Gwyneth again. As he turned to go, Leonie finally let

head up to

have the housekeeper bring you some fruit and pastries in a

was tastefully decorated, with classic furnishings and several original paintings adorning the walls-each one worth

family was wealthy beyond belief, so naturally, Gwyneth's own home wasn't shabby. But compared to the Everharts, it was no longer just about

refinement, a beauty shaped by both deep family roots

Gwyneth said as soon as they reached Leonie's room. "I've booked a hotel for the month. I was

Greenvale is a safe town

not going to let you off that easily. You really shouldn't go back to your hotel-he has a lot of power in

find it a bit funny. "I did help you, but what's he going