The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Gwyneth hurried out, practically darting from the room.

"Wait-Miss Langford!"

Hans called after her and followed in her wake.

It wasn't until Gwyneth had completely disappeared from view that Hawthorne finally left the lounge himself.

Back at her desk, Gwyneth opened her computer and started waiting for her character models to render. She idly scrolled through her phone, noticing several messages from Hawthorne-reminders and advice that, while a bit overprotective, were clearly sent with care. She smiled and took them to heart.

Suddenly, another notification popped up-this time from a number she didn't recognize. The sender introduced himself:

"This is Connor."

"Hi. Did you take the car to the garage? How much is the estimate?"

After the brief greeting, Connor immediately started browsing her Instagram, curious to see what kind of person she was. But apart from a cartoon avatar and a photo of an old mountain landscape as her header, there wasn't a single personal detail to be found.

He was honestly disappointed. For someone as stunning as Gwyneth, he'd expected at least a few selfies or some artsy snapshots of her daily life. Yet she was so low-key, she'd left absolutely nothing.

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