The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 526

"No thanks. We're not exactly close."

Leonie had called him "Uncle" out of sheer politeness, nothing more-her upbringing demanded it. If he didn't like it, she could just as easily not say it at all.

As for staying at his place? Not a chance. It was his house, after all, and with the way he looked at her with open hostility, no less-Gwyneth wasn't about to risk

it.

"It's not about being close or not."

Gwyneth really had no desire to spend another minute in his company.

"Mr. Everhart, you've been coming at me since the moment we met. If you've got something to say, just say it. I don't like playing guessing games."

Hawthorne was this close to telling her straight out: stop playing coy with him, he knew exactly who she was. But when the words reached his lips, he held them back.

It had been years since anyone—a slip of a girl, no less—had managed to get under his skin like this. He almost let something slip.

"You have two choices: go back and stay with the Everhart family, or take my place."

Any hope Gwyneth had of escaping vanished in that instant. This man was determined to box her in.

Seriously, what was he so afraid of? He was a high-powered CEO, managing thousands of employees-what could she possibly do to him?

Was it just because she shared his last name, and came from Starfall City? Did he suspect there was a connection with her father?

he did. After all, back in the day her dad and mom had been quite the force-Leonie had

her father wanted to, there was nothing he could do now. Was Hawthorne

a few sideways glances as the car pulled up to the

place and immediately knew it was

"We're here."

stepped out of the car. From the way he was acting, it was clear he intended to keep an eye on her to

place," she

desire to stay with the Everharts. After what Leonie had told her about her dad's history with them, it

If they found out she was McNeil's daughter, they'd be disappointed

people anyway, and she

she'd never known about the feud between the families, but now that

and made her way toward her suite. Just as she

doing?" she snapped, her patience

to grab her things? Did he think she was going to jump out of a window? She was on the eighty-eighth floor,

seeing if you need

out of her sails. Was he here

the Langford hotel

service imaginable short of spoon-feeding the guests themselves-what help could she possibly

one suitcase.

much with her-she was just

to another city. Somewhere Hawthorne couldn't find her.

slid shut, trapping her in the close space with

along, there wasn't much