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

he wasn't about to chase after her

Gwyneth sent him another

steps before his

niece accidentally

smirked. Women—always playing hard to

the smile

for the car. Let

a check, but after a moment's thought, she deleted the message letter by letter and rewrote

husband says to name your price and he'll write you

like a splinter under the skin-sharp and

bring himself to believe she was

now that Gwyneth had unblocked him, his spirits lifted, so

about to go looking for trouble either. In any

need to

then block

look like

Leonie glued to her TV drama, Gwyneth's mind drifted

just remembered I have some work to finish. Leonie, you keep

was completely absorbed in the show, sniffling and dabbing at her

"Mm, go ahead."

a glance, then

painted in

up a