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.

her tongue, then suddenly turned to stare at

seeing someone? Since when? Why

that, really. We're just friends,

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

she turned

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

husband couldn't manage it, so what hope did she have? All she could do was

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

"Is it true? Was

"What's wrong with you? Did

oblivious to anyone else. Mr. and Mrs. Everhart shook their

Chris and Celia-her own younger brother and sister. But their relationship 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 a different kind of

Gwyneth remembered clinging to Violet Marchand as a child, desperate for warmth because Victoria's rules felt

whenever she thought

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