The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Leonie's hands and heart trembled as she called Hawthorne.

The phone barely rang a few times before he answered.

"Uncle "

The moment she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks. She stammered through her explanation, and only after a while did Hawthorne finally piece together the heart of it.

Gwyneth had hit someone with her car. Someone had taken her, and now both she and the person she hit were missing.

"I understand. I'll take care of it."

He hung up. Though his face remained calm, a sharp pain pricked his heart.

Hawthorne pressed the button on his desk phone, just about to call his assistant in, when the door rattled with a few knocks. Before he could respond, Yvette pushed the door open and strode in.

"Mr. Everhart, what's going on with that Gwyneth? She's eighteen minutes late today."

Yvette was fuming, heels striking the floor with such force it seemed she might crack the marble.

gaze paused for a moment. His finger hovered over the phone's keypad as he shifted

"Hmm?"

leather chair, eyes cool and impassive as he looked at

"So Gwyneth's here, then?"

was safe. For a moment, he'd nearly been ready to send men to lock down

even when coming to complain, could read

meddle, but since she started, she's hardly put in a proper day's work. Every department's fed up with her, and her constant absences are setting a terrible example for the rest of the

listened silently,

sights on someone, no matter how competent they were, they'd better start packing. She wasn't the peto be jealous for no reason, and whenever she let someone go, she always

her mind to firing someone,

the office and caught the tail end of Yvette's tirade, looking

out to

for a while? Why don't you tell Mr. Everhart

seem to fealize she was basically complaining about the boss's wife in front

go take

seat. Yvette was caught

hoped for

But now, with