The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 538

Yvette was silent for a long time, words caught in her throat.

She'd been taking the FSA exam since graduation. Even after years at The Everhart Group, she gave it another shot just last year, only to fail—again, and miserably.

She'd already decided to give up. And now, sitting across from her, was this girl- couldn't be more than twenty, looked even younger, fresh-faced like some high school kid, all youth and beauty. Yet she'd just tossed out that line as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

"Miss Yvette, if there's nothing else, I'll get back to work."

Gwyneth Langford was convinced Yvette was going out of her way to make things difficult. She couldn't think of anything she'd done to offend her. And even if she really was Hawthorne Everhart's girlfriend, shouldn't Hawthorne be the one to explain things? Or maybe Yvette should take it up with him directly?

What did any of this have to do with her?

"Wait."

Yvette called out just as Gwyneth turned to leave.

Gwyneth looked back, her clear eyes making Yvette even angrier.

"You're supposedly a concept artist, but now you say you passed the FSA? Who do you think you're fooling? Anyone can buy a fake certificate these days."

Suddenly, it all made sense to Yvette. HR had spoken to Hawthorne just last month about the company's shortage of talent in that field. No wonder this girl had slipped in—she must've wowed Hawthorne with her credentials, which were probably bogus.

A fake FSA certificate? Yvette

exactly do you want

She was completely baffled.

had just corrected,

taking leave on your first day, no showing up late or leaving early within

Gwyneth's brow twitched.

"Alright, got it."

just want to stay as far away from Hawthorne as possible. Whatever his reasons-maybe he suspects I'm a threat to Leonie Everhart, maybe it's something else—either way, everyone's acting like I'm desperate to cling to this place, throwing me all these suspicious looks.

place, but Gwyneth's calm reply had left her with nothing

I'm not

want to

me work to do, so I'll be

be bothered to waste words on a woman with rocks

hire;

whatever her connections, she still had to follow the rules around

throwing your weight around just because you

Yvette found herself, for the

soon enough, the office gossips were whispering that Mr. Everhart's

had come

Gwyneth got back to her desk, she found even more things piled up than