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.

they'd wiped her 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.

taught her: if you create something

of jewelry, but in truth, it was a

a meeting. Everyone was expected to submit their character designs for final testing. If she'd really lost

company's internal security left much to be desired. Still, she knew some executives had the authority to

computer and restored her files, waiting

glance at her

vice president of Hawthorne's company- without

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 before

this transfer, but, truth be told, being a concept artist here was

"Vera."

the break room. While pretending to make coffee, the colleague lowered her voice to deliver a

did she do after she

think Miss Yvette really told her