The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 525

Gwyneth was speechless.

"So he plans to keep tabs on me twenty-four-seven?"

Seriously, was he really that bored? She'd already said she was leaving-did he honestly think she'd try to kill Leonie?

Hans's expression didn't change. "Miss Langford, this is the CEO's instruction. Only you and he know the exact circumstances."

Only they knew, huh? The only one who really knew was Hawthorne himself. Gwyneth had no idea why he hovered around her like a specter, refusing to let her go and conveniently assigning her work-obviously just another excuse to keep her under surveillance.

"Miss Langford, finding a good job isn't easy. Please don't make things difficult for me."

That was a bit much, Gwyneth thought. Hans was just being polite-if she really tried to run, what was Hawthorne going to do, fire his own assistant? Still, Hans wasn't someone you could easily shake off. She probably wouldn't get away that easily.

She had no choice but to accept her fate.

"Fine. I need to stop by the hotel to grab my things."

Hans followed Gwyneth out to the front of the building, where Hawthorne had already pulled up the car.

No chauffeur-he was behind the wheel himself.

Without a word, Gwyneth opened the back door and slid in.

Hawthorne glanced at her and was just about to pull away when someone rapped on the window.

lowered glass. She clearly

but Yvette was so

need?" Hawthorne's tone was cool-he made no move

I need a ride. My car's in the shop for maintenance today; can you drop me off somewhere?" Her words were phrased like a request,

the back seat, Yvette's discomfort was obvious. She knew Gwyneth was just Hawthorne's niece's friend, but that didn't stop the sting. After all, she'd known

spoke up instinctively, "If you need to give her a lift, I'll just call a cab. No sense going out of

didn't hesitate-not even a hint of conflict in

You'll have to get a cab," he said, addressing Yvette. She watched, stunned, as the window

Gwyneth

behind. She'd alle het pland fully expected to

to settle her bill

and

looking for a place

Hawthorne would ditch his rumored girlfriend

stood frozen on the curb, staring after the departing car

Gwyneth was caught off guard, taking a moment to process what

your girlfriend a ride?"

tightened on the steering

"Girlfriend?"

Miss Yvette. Isn't she supposed to be your girlfriend? You

She's probably going to be

much distance as possible between herself and

Hans said you needed to go to