The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 517

Gwyneth's first instinct was to refuse, but before she could get a word out, Leonie cheerfully agreed on her behalf.

"You said that Bill Crawford had blacklisted you, right? Don't worry, with the Everhart family backing you, there's no way he can mess with you here."

Leonie had never tolerated men who bullied women. She'd seen firsthand the sorry state of the guy who'd tricked her into that hiking trip-after her uncle was done lecturing him, he'd looked thoroughly chastised.

But Leonie didn't feel sorry for him. If she hadn't happened to run into Gwyneth that day, goodness knows what might have happened.

Gwyneth understood that being out of work didn't really bother her; she just didn't want Bill Crawford hounding her everywhere she went. The way he'd been obsessively searching for her made her worry that one day he'd dig up her family background.

Men like Bill were petty and vindictive. It wasn't about love he just couldn't stand losing.

Layne had overheard the conversation.

"Bill Crawford?"

In their social circle, the second-generation heirs who lived off their families looked down on those who worked hard, while the ambitious ones found the idle ones insufferable.

Bottom line, if you didn't share the same interests, you just didn't mix. Layne wasn't fond of Bill Crawford's type either.

between them, though. In their world, unless there was some mutual benefit, people with different hobbies generally just kept out of each other's

right. Gwyn's his ex-girlfriend. The guy's got no character-Gwyn realized it and broke things off, but he just wouldn't let go. He's even tried to ruin her career. Come on, Layne, help Gwyn out, will you?" Leonie pleaded, her tone sweet and coaxing. Layne had always doted on his

have any experience in jewelry design, that's fine-you can take your

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as a surprised voice came from

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in, catching Mr. and Mrs. Everhart off guard. Surprise flickered in their

meeting nearby and thought, since

so close, I'd drop in and mooch a meal," he said

was still coming down, the

long and elegant. He gave the umbrella a slight shake to rid it of raindrops,

turned just as their

but as someone

skip a beat

suit, his brows sharp and severe, his dark eyes brooding and intense-every bit

his features becoming clearer the