The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

"Why waste your breath on someone like that? Just block him already."

Leonie snatched Connor's name from Gwyneth's contacts and tossed him straight into the blocked list before Gwyneth could even react.

"Don't talk to him again. If he really does try to make you pay, don't worry-my uncle has more money than he knows what to do with."

Actually, she should have said he had everything anyone could want—and money was the least of it.

Leonie handed the phone back to Gwyneth.

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Clearly, Hawthorne hadn't doted on Leonie for nothing. That speed-she'd just welded a steel wall around him.

Meanwhile, Connor was still waiting for a reply from Gwyneth. He fired off another message, only to be met with a glaring red exclamation mark.

[This contact requires verification before you can send messages. Please request to add them as a friend.]

Connor, frustrated, nearly hurled his phone across the room-but then he

remembered Gwyneth's messages were still on it. His hand froze mid-air; he just couldn't bring himself to let go.

"Mr. Kaufman, are you all right?"

Laird eyed him with concern; Connor didn't exactly look like a man ready to jump off a bridge.

back inside and finish our

wanted nothing to do with him, he wasn't about to

Gwyneth sent

steps

niece accidentally deleted you just

playing hard to

message wiped the smile right off his

about to dodge my responsibility for the car. Let me

him a check, but after a moment's thought,

name your price and he'll write you

Connor like a splinter under the skin-sharp

quite bring himself

Gwyneth had unblocked him, his spirits lifted, so he

respond, wasn't about to go looking for trouble either. In any case,

need

then

look like she

TV drama, Gwyneth's mind drifted

finish. Leonie, you keep watching-I'll

the show, sniffling and dabbing at her tears

"Mm, go ahead."

her a

painted in cool shades of gray.

moved in, Hawthorne had set up a workspace for her just