The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 520

Chapter 520

Mr. Everhart chatted with Hawthorne as he escorted him to the door.

Everyone left at the dining table broke out in a cold sweat.

Hawthorne slid into his car, said nothing, and peeled away with a heavy foot on

the gas.

When Gwyneth finally snapped out of it, she realized her hands were balled into fists, her palms slick with sweat.

Leonie looked even worse-ashen and silent. When Mrs. Everhart returned after seeing Hawthorne off, she tapped Leonie's nose, half-scolding, half-doting.

"You little troublemaker, honestly! Why'd you have to set off your uncle like that?" Her youngest brother had always been suspicious of strangers trying to get close to the Everhart family.

If Leonie hadn't landed herself in trouble that day, maybe Hawthorne wouldn't have been so on edge or so focused on Gwyneth.

stuck out her tongue, then suddenly turned to stare

Since when? Why didn't you

not like that, really. We're

a look. "You know exactly how your uncle is. If he catches you up to anything,

she turned

a decent man at heart. If you start at his company, he won't make things hard for you. And your ex-boyfriend wouldn't dare cause trouble for

could do to rein Hawthorne in her own husband couldn't manage it, so what hope did she have? All she could do was

guest, simply smiled. "It's all

true? Was

table. "What's wrong with you? Did you leave your brain at

their heads, helpless. "Honestly, how old are you two? Can't you

had never been like this. Chris and Celia had grown up under a strict schedule, and though Victoria's parenting wasn't exactly harsh, life in high society meant

Gwyneth remembered clinging to Violet Marchand as a child, desperate for warmth

aching with regret whenever she thought of

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