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-

you coming to the

had barely gotten out before someone ran over to ask

I think

you have to meet

department's

smiles, Gwyneth couldn't help

days later, Gwyneth picked

his brow tightened

say you wanted to keep

uneasy after her

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

Hawthorne

decided not to bring Leonie along. Leonie couldn't keep a secret to save her life, and Gwyneth was re that within ten minutes, gure her entire department

vehicles. The gaming department had agreed to gather

before nine in the morning,

red Ferrari glided up to

woman who emerged practically outshone the sun-her