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

he wasn't about to

sent him another friend

taken two steps before his phone buzzed

my niece accidentally deleted

playing

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

the car. Let me know what

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

husband says to name your price and he'll

“husband" hit Connor like a

bring himself to

that Gwyneth had unblocked him, his spirits lifted, so

wasn't about to go looking for trouble either.

good-no need to

then block

or make it look like she was

TV drama, Gwyneth's

remembered I have some work to finish. Leonie,

was completely absorbed in the show, sniffling and dabbing

"Mm, go ahead."

cast her a glance, then

domain, painted in cool shades

up a workspace for