The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 535

Hawthorne walked into the office building and made his way straight to his own office. Hans spotted him and hurried to catch up, assuming something important must have come up-Mr. Everhart had messaged him first thing in the morning, asking for a meeting in his office.

The moment Hans saw the stormy look on Hawthorne's face, he tensed up like a soldier called to attention. After several years working as Mr. Everhart's assistant, Hans could always tell when his boss was in a foul mood. He braced himself, barely daring to breathe, ready for any order.

"Mr. Everhart," he greeted respectfully, waiting for instructions.

"What's everyone been gossiping about lately?" Hawthorne asked, his voice cool.

Hans hesitated for a split second. Nothing ever escaped Hawthorne's notice anyway, so there was no point trying to hide it. He gave a sheepish smile. "It's nothing serious. Miss Yvette's just feeling a bit under pressure, that's all."

Hans knew which things he should get involved in, and which he shouldn't. Calling it gossip was generous-if Yvette weren't so prone to suspicion, the rumor probably wouldn't exist in the first place.

Yesterday afternoon, when Gwyneth didn't show up for work, Yvette made a big deal about it, ranting in the office about how some people thought that just because they were friends with Mr. Everhart's niece, they didn't have to follow company rules. It was an outburst that came out of nowhere-Yvette usually stayed out of HR matters altogether.

Besides, Gwyneth was just a junior character animator in the game department. Her position was so minor that Yvette normally wouldn't even bother to learn her

name.

really going on-Miss Yvette was just jealous. The rumor mill was

business is it of hers?" Hawthorne's

to know? Everyone

you bending the rules for a friend for the first time," Hans said

the truth was, Hans-and most people in the company didn't particularly like Yvette. She was always strictly business, forever acting as if she had the company's

of Hawthorne himself. And, to be fair, Yvette really was competent at her job-aside from her overbearing attitude, there wasn't much to

people grumbled about her, but no one dared speak ill of Yvette in front of

idly toying with the pen in his hand. Then, out

by the abrupt change

"Sorry?"

regretted the slip. As Mr. Everhart's assistant, he knew

make his boss

"I asked, do I seem