The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 547

"Understood, Miss Yvette."

With the order given, the assistant hurried off. Gwyneth returned to her desk as if nothing had happened.

She understood all too well that Hawthorne Everhart's word was law here. Coming from an old, well-established family, Gwyneth had never really experienced cutthroat scheming at home, but some instincts ran in her blood- she could sense office power plays a mile away.

Yvette might want her gone, but unless Hawthorne himself gave the nod, nobody could force her out.

The irony was, did she even want to stay? Hawthorne had already decided she couldn't be trusted, keeping her close just to watch her every move, waiting for his suspicions to pass.

If Yvette actually managed to get rid of her, Gwyneth might even feel grateful. She powered up her computer, only to discover that the original art she'd worked on all night had been deleted.

Ha.

A faint smirk tugged at her lips. Such a clumsy, underhanded trick.

files. If she tried to complain to Hawthorne, she'd have no evidence-no artwork, no proof of innocence. It would be her word

But-well.

mother had always taught her: if you create something

resigned sigh, Gwyneth unclasped the necklace around her neck. It looked like a simple piece of jewelry, but in truth, it was a disguised USB

to submit their character designs for

she knew some executives had the authority to access any employee's computer, supposedly to prevent staff from walking away with company IP and

computer and restored

a glance at her screen and the open

president of Hawthorne's company- without

showed up in the game department, clearly on Yvette's errand. Everyone was busy prepping for the meeting, so when someone scrutinized Gwyneth, she let her mind wander for a moment

but, truth be told, being a concept artist here was far more interesting than

"Vera."

the doorway, a colleague called out to her. The two slipped off to the break room.

she do after she got

her