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.

over the phone's keypad as he shifted his focus back

"Hmm?"

in his leather chair, eyes

"So Gwyneth's here, then?"

For a moment, he'd nearly been ready to send men to lock down every exit in Greenvale, not letting even a

even when coming to

friend of your niece's, and it's not really my place to meddle, but since she started, she's hardly put in a proper day's work. Every department's fed

feelings bled into her words. Hawthorne listened silently, never interrupting, while even the secretary nearby felt a cold

competent they were, they'd better start packing.

Yvette set her mind

caught the tail end of

out

didn't you drive Gwyneth for a while? Why don't you tell Mr. Everhart what she's been up

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

go take

had already risen from his seat. Yvette was caught off

for

light to deal with Gwyneth herself. But now, with Hawthorne personally heading to the gaming