The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 522

Gwyneth sighed inwardly. Clearly, this man intended to keep up this battle of wills with her to the very end.

"Uncle," Leonie muttered, "I know your company, and I can drive Gwyneth myself. You're the CEO-aren't you worried about what people will say if you bring her in personally?"

She grumbled under her breath, then threw in, "You've shown up at our house three times in two days. Why don't you just marry Gwyneth already? That way, you could keep her at your place and wouldn't have to worry about her slipping away."

Leonie had tossed the words out carelessly, but they made Gwyneth's cheeks flush with heat.

She swore she didn't have the slightest interest in Hawthorne-this overbearing older man. Hawthorne, for his part, frowned wordlessly. "Less of the smart mouth, Leonie. Miss Langford, you should hurry and eat. Work starts at eight sharp, and even I get my pay docked if I'm late."

Gwyneth's heart started pounding erratically. Was Hawthorne really planning to keep her under surveillance around the clock?

Did he actually think she was capable of wiping out the entire Everhart family? Ridiculous.

But with her fate in his hands, all she could do was lower her head and obediently work through her breakfast, racking her brain for an escape plan.

was determined to drive her out, there was little point in staying-especially if she was going to be guarded like a parolee every day.

of his mouth with measured, elegant movements, then lifted his

You could disappear to the ends of the earth and

words: Sit tight until I sort out the

agree with Leonie-if you're going to show up here every day, you might as well just marry me and save yourself the

Honestly, he

she'd have kicked

already. Who did be think she

he shot right back, "And what makes you think

time, Leonie

Leonie stared

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