The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 524

"Miss Yvette probably already sees herself as the boss's wife-but I haven't seen Mr. Everhart show her any special attention."

"Oh, come on, stop speculating. For all we know, they could be an underground couple. Mr. Everhart is a workaholic, a high-profile figure in business. He's probably just keeping things under wraps to avoid the relentless paparazzi and rumor mills."

The arrival of a new hire might have been a minor event, but the office grapevine, carried by Hans himself, quickly brought the news to Yvette's ears.

Yvette immediately asked the HR manager to deliver Gwyneth's file to her, claiming it was for internal records and so she could get to know all the new staff better.

The manager, ever astute, personally delivered Gwyneth's dossier without delay.

Miss Yvette was the only person in the company who could bypass the CEO's assistant and speak directly to Mr. Everhart. Everyone whispered that she was his secret girlfriend, destined to be Mrs. Everhart someday. No one dared cross her.

She studied Gwyneth's file for a long time but found nothing of real interest.

Just a recent college graduate with an unremarkable résumé. Yet the lack of anything noteworthy only made Yvette more suspicious.

She set aside the papers, fixed herself a coffee in the break room, and went straight to find Hawthorne.

He had just finished a conference call with the overseas team when Yvette pushed open the door and placed the coffee on his desk.

Hawthorne glanced at her, picked up the mug, and took a sip.

Rich, smooth—just the way he liked it.

"Thank you."

talker, but Yvette was used to

Hans brought her in. I've seen her résumé it's pretty

a friend of Leonie's. The kid got in trouble, no company would take her, so Leonie pestered me until I agreed

sneezed so hard she nearly fell off

her face

That girl's stubborn, but

years, there hadn't been another woman anywhere near Hawthorne. As if a

go, shot him a flirtatious glance, and nodded at

while it's

her step, thoughtfully closing the door behind her. Once she'd gone, Hawthorne opened his laptop and, from thousands of emails, clicked open the latest

Father: McNeil Langford.

same story the tabloids had run years ago. He knew it by heart. More than a decade had passed, but nothing new had

Group had changed. No longer ruthless toward their rivals, no

wealthiest, but now kept a lower profile-almost

a man was at the helm. Hawthorne knew the Langford Group was now run by McNeil's ex-wife, who'd apparently raised three children on her own.

been quiet for over a decade. Why send their heiress to

uncovered her identity. He'd keep her around

morning at her new workstation, quietly exploring her surroundings with a small thrill

had to stop

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collection on her desk. She couldn't resist picking one up and

sat alone, never

turned on her computer, she'd been engrossed in studying the