The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 660

Chapter 660

Patti Yale wanted James Mercer to go plead with her father, plotting against herself from miles away.

She never considered that if she had just tried asking, maybe there would have been a sliver of hope for her. Instead, she'd chosen a dead end on what could have been an open highway. Hawthorne was grateful for her little games back then-if it weren't for that, and he'd married this woman in a moment of weakness, the Everhart family line would have been ruined.

Hans glanced at Hawthorne and understood that he would never fall for that woman's tricks.

He'd once worried that Mr. Everhart was bewitched by her, that his marriage was on the rocks. Now he saw that Hawthorne hadn't been fooled for a second.

Gwyneth had spent the entire day working at the office. Sometimes, Hawthorne would call her during the day.

But even though they worked under the same roof, their positions were so far apart that they almost never crossed paths.

Or, at least, that's what Gwyneth thought. In reality, Hawthorne would occasionally stroll past the game development department under some pretense, just to see what she was up to-or he'd check in on her through the company's security

cameras.

Every time he saw her, she was hunched over her work, focused and industrious. Her breaks in the lounge or trips to the coffee machine never lasted more than ten minutes—she was the picture of a model employee.

"Did you hear? Ms. Yvette's been transferred."

to catch any snippets of company rumors, but this time, no one

did you know

anything. She just widened her eyes and played

the one Ms. Yvette sent out to roast

roll her eyes. News really did travel fast here. Thinking back, she realized it made sense-the person driving her that day, when Yvette tricked her into running an

someone; she'd just go for it directly. Maybe she'd already started to see herself as

not knowing if Yvette would ever return to the main office. She'd been reassigned to some other department to do menial work, and

took a sip of her

as dramatic as "roasting for hours." When Hawthorne picked her up that day, she'd only been waiting outside for about an hour and a

the sun only seemed to make her even

women would

Hawthorne saw her flushed and

incident, Hawthorne might have

she

Gwyneth was the unintentional

gossip. She'd planned to slip away after listening, but now someone had brought her directly into

she crossed Mrs.

didn't miss a

messed with Mrs. Everhart? That meant Hawthorne had stepped in

of warmth bloomed in