The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 528

Gwyneth wandered through the house, her eyes darting from room to room, still searching for anything that might have once belonged to her grandmother. Maybe there was something left, something she could claim as a memento. If she couldn't steal it this time, perhaps she'd try buying it or maybe she'd just try reasoning with Hawthorne next time.

Lost in her own thoughts, she barely noticed when Hawthorne answered his phone.

Instead of heading straight to the guest room he'd prepared for her, Gwyneth continued exploring, curiosity guiding her steps.

"Hawthorne, you're not coming into the office today?" Yvette's voice came through his phone, bright but edged with suspicion.

"Something came up," he replied, keeping his tone cool and distant.

Yvette hadn't really expected much of an answer; she'd only called out of habit. The new girl at the company was all anyone could talk about, and since Hans had brought her in, Yvette's instincts were on high alert. Hawthorne never allowed family connections at the office-this was the first time he'd bent his own rules. And the girl, Miss Langford, was strikingly beautiful. She'd barely been at work a few hours and already the rumor mill was spinning wild tales, some even whispering that she was Hawthorne's fiancée.

Yvette had been with The Everhart Group for five years. With her father's friendship with the Everhart family, it was only natural for everyone to assume she'd eventually become Mrs. Everhart. Now, with this newcomer on the scene, her sense of unease was impossible to ignore.

"It's nothing," Yvette pressed on, voice casual but eyes narrowed. "Just thought I'd let you know-your niece's friend didn't show up this afternoon either."

She'd spent half the day watching Gwyneth, too distracted to focus on work, even skipping her afternoon appointments. When she'd returned to the office, she'd found Gwyneth's desk empty.

"I know," Hawthorne answered absentmindedly, his gaze never leaving Gwyneth as she explored the house.

showing her around, but for some reason, her every move seemed suspicious. At work, she'd been so well-behaved,

finally called out, seeing Gwyneth about to

paused in confusion. "Who are you talking

Everhart." Gwyneth's

froze. That voice sounded awfully

nearly dropped her phone, stunned into

another word,

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wasn't public. She knew trying to act cute coy wouldn't work on someone as emotionally stoic as Hawthorne—he respected strong,

image, letting everyone believe she and Hawthorne were destined to be together, the future Mrs. Everhart of The

finally snapped after ten minutes of stewing at her desk, calling Hans in and barely keeping her frustration in check. "Mr. Everhart took Miss Langford to the

drained of all hope. Finally, she burst

purse and stormed out,

couldn't help but think Yvette had it all wrong. To him, it looked more like Mr.

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