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.

out her tongue, then suddenly turned to stare at

are you seeing someone? Since when? Why

like that, really. We're

Layne a look. "You know exactly how your uncle is. If he

she turned

this, but don't worry. He's a decent man at heart. If you start at his company, he won't make things hard for you. And your ex-boyfriend

was nothing Mrs. Everhart could do to rein Hawthorne in her own husband couldn't manage it, so what hope did she have?

ever the considerate guest, simply smiled. "It's all right. I just need the

eyed her, hesitant. "Is it true?

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

and Mrs. Everhart shook their heads, helpless. "Honestly, how old are

and sister. But their relationship had never been like this. Chris and Celia

clinging to Violet Marchand as a child, desperate for warmth because Victoria's rules felt too stifling. The memory, though distant, stilb stung-a tiny thorn lodged

with regret whenever she

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