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.

fine. Let's get back inside and finish our

him, he wasn't

sent him

barely taken two steps before his phone

accidentally deleted you

smirked. Women—always playing

a surge of satisfaction, but Gwyneth's next message wiped the smile right off his face, sending his

dodge my responsibility for the car. Let me know what you want,

him a check, but after a moment's thought, she deleted the

says to name your price and

“husband" hit Connor like a splinter under the skin-sharp and

couldn't quite bring himself to believe she

him, his spirits

he didn't respond, wasn't about to go looking for trouble either. In any case, she figured she'd deal

good-no need to

and then

it look like

Leonie glued to her TV drama, Gwyneth's

have some work to finish. Leonie, you keep watching-I'll be in

the show, sniffling and dabbing at her tears with a

"Mm, go ahead."

a

study was Hawthorne's domain, painted in cool shades

moved in, Hawthorne had set up