The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 523

Leonie Everhart hunched her shoulders, looking utterly cowed. Ever since she

was little, the person she feared most was her uncle. Right now, she didn't have a shred of courage to stand up to him.

Layne Everhart wolfed down his breakfast and, without so much as a glance at his distressed little sister, made a hasty escape.

Hawthorne Everhart dropped Leonie off at her destination, then drove Gwyneth Langford straight to his own company.

Halfway there, Gwyneth noticed Leonie had already left, so she dropped any pretense. "Just let me off somewhere convenient. I'll make my own way home. You don't have to worry-I won't be bothering your niece again."

It was obvious Hawthorne suspected her of having ulterior motives towards Leonie, or maybe just didn't trust her at all. Gwyneth saw no need to explain herself to someone she'd likely never cross paths with again. Leaving would solve everything.

"Miss Langford, you're mistaken. Walking away doesn't mean nothing ever happened. I'd advise you to behave yourself and not get any funny ideas."

In the past two days, the man had barely said more than fifty words to her; this single sentence felt almost generous.

Gwyneth's eyes flashed with a cold glint. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Hawthorne didn't answer. He focused on driving, letting the silence linger.

Twenty minutes later, the car came to a stop in front of a towering office building downtown.

"We're here. Get out."

over to park the car. The

Catching the expression on the valet's face, Gwyneth could already imagine the wave of gossip

the young receptionist's jaw nearly hit the floor as she greeted Hawthorne, her eyes darting

and snapped, "Keep up." That only made the receptionist stare harder, and Gwyneth caught her in the corner of her eye, phone in hand, probably already texting the

eighteenth floor, the

"Out."

and she realized he was

he really had

to reality. She turned to see a sharply dressed young man standing before her— confident, polished, with a gentler

"Yes, that's me."

some kind of handsome-man

Hawthorne was

And now, this man looked every bit the

asked me to bring you to HR

to wander the halls like

her to the design department. Gwyneth had expected jewelry or fashion sketches, but her desk was covered with little figurines and collectibles. Even the computer was decked out in pink-cute to the

we go to the wrong place?" she

personal assistant was

to the game design department. If you have any questions, you can speak to HR or Mr. Everhart himself," Hans explained, his

unsmiling face and bit back