The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 669

Chapter 669

He figured James Mercer must have checked into Gwyneth as well, though she was a tougher nut to crack.

"Starting tomorrow, double the security detail watching over Mrs. Everhart. But make sure she doesn't notice-it needs to be discreet protection."

James Mercer wasn't exactly a saint. He'd tried to use Patti Yale to seduce him- probably attracted by her looks and figure, and, judging by his wandering eyes, he'd clearly had more than just business on his mind. Patti, for her part, had always lived large and never known hardship, so the two of them hit it off right away.

The only thing Hawthorne regretted was that, back when he was young and naïve, he hadn't seen through Patti Yale's true colors.

Suppressing a wave of disgust, he stubbed out his cigarette with a sharp flick, the cold glint in his eyes hard to describe. He signaled Hans to drive them into the company's underground parking garage.

Back at her desk, Gwyneth could barely contain her excitement thinking about the upcoming exhibition.

She pulled open her drawer and found it stuffed with snacks again. She remembered when she first started-her coworkers would sneak treats into her drawer. At first, they'd assumed she was Hawthorne's girlfriend, so there was a bit of brown-nosing involved. But as she got to know them better, they genuinely liked her, and her drawer had stayed well-stocked ever since.

Still, hiding her true identity made her feel a little guilty.

If the day ever came when they discovered who she really was, she'd probably lose these friends for good.

But-

are you coming to the company

before someone ran over to ask

I think I'll

or later, you have to meet the

department's

eager smiles, Gwyneth couldn't help but feel

picked a cherry-red Ferrari from Hawthorne's

he saw her, his

you wanted

was still uneasy after her last

it's best to let them get used to the idea that I might be from a wealthy family. Then, when I reveal I'm Mrs. Everhart, maybe it'll go over

thought things through; Hawthorne offered no comment on

decided not to bring Leonie along. Leonie couldn't keep a secret to save her life, and Gwyneth was re

employees owned cars and the exhibition hall's entrance was a steady stream of vehicles. The gaming

nine in the morning, nearly everyone was

a blazing red Ferrari glided

the woman who emerged practically outshone the sun-her porcelain skin luminous,