The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 546

Gwyneth Langford wasn't naïve or clueless; she knew perfectly well that yesterday, Yvette had tried and failed to pick a fight with her, and today, she'd simply found a new excuse.

What could possibly be wrong with the concept art? Gwyneth would have preferred to avoid Yvette altogether, but since Yvette insisted, she had no choice

but to go.

The door to Yvette's office was wide open. Yvette sat at her desk, her expression grave as she stared at her computer, as if she were wrestling with some unsolvable problem.

Even though Gwyneth knew Yvette was up to no good, she still knocked politely. She waited until Yvette's low, clipped voice called, "Come in," before stepping inside.

To her surprise, Yvette wasn't alone. Another girl was there-short, fashionably cut red hair, dressed with a quirky flair. Her eyes were rimmed with red; it was clear she'd been crying.

"Miss Yvette."

What fresh drama was this?

Gwyneth had already steeled herself. No matter what ridiculous hurdle Yvette threw at her, she'd handle it head-on.

"Miss Langford, this is Lola from our gaming division. You're sitting at her old desk, as it happens. To keep things fair, I've asked you both here to talk face to face. Lola, if you have something to say, don't be afraid."

Yvette would tell Lola not to be afraid. Did Yvette really think a new hire

Lola could utter a word, Yvette jumped in, her voice righteous

Yvette, someone gave me her concept drafts-well, I won't say who, I don't want to get anyone

confused than ever. What exactly was going on

her face set in a severe

Perhaps you're unaware, but when our artists leave the company,

drafts, but our company has zero tolerance for plagiarism. I think you know what you need to do next,

bit lost at first, but

had dragged in a former employee and built

"Fine. I understand."

been the last time. She

left wondering whether Gwyneth had

seen anyone accused of something so serious who didn't even bother to defend herself. The confrontation

a nervous

am I supposed

What was she supposed to do next? She

composure unsettled her far more than any protest would

for her

things and