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

could utter a word, Yvette

concept drafts-well, I won't say who, I don't want to get anyone in trouble. They

more confused than ever. What exactly was going on

face

her character designs. Perhaps you're unaware, but when our artists leave the company, they retain the rights to their own work. We don't reuse a former

tolerance for plagiarism. I think you know what you need to

at first, but by the end, she understood

at the company, Yvette had dragged in a former

"Fine. I understand."

tone was calm, exactly as it had been the last

whether Gwyneth had truly understood what she'd

who didn't even bother to defend herself.

shot a nervous

I

her temple. What was she supposed to do next? She hadn't thought

more than any protest

called for her

her pack her things and make sure