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."

but Yvette was

hire in the game division. Hans brought her in.

got in trouble, no company would take her, so Leonie pestered me until I agreed

so hard she nearly fell

her face

friend. That girl's stubborn, but fiercely

laughed at her own paranoia. After all these years, there hadn't been another woman anywhere near Hawthorne. As if a young girl

Yvette let it go, shot him a flirtatious glance, and nodded

it while it's

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

Langford. Mother:

story the tabloids had run years

coma, the Langford Group had changed. No longer ruthless toward their rivals, no longer obsessed with dominating

City's wealthiest, but now kept a lower

led by a woman was still different from when 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

had been quiet for over a decade. Why send their heiress to get close to the Everharts

had no intention of letting Gwyneth know he'd already uncovered her identity. He'd keep her around a while longer and see what the Langfords

at her new workstation, quietly

said you had

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the collection on her desk. She couldn't resist picking one up and fiddling with it, nearly getting addicted to

never leaving even during

a few nosy colleagues tried to strike up a conversation, but from the moment she turned on her computer, she'd been engrossed in studying the character profiles for the company's latest game.