The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 680

Chapter 680

Using the transaction logs from Gwyneth's phone, Hawthorne finally managed to track down the restaurant where her friends had gathered for dinner.

By the time he arrived, the group was already several drinks in. When they saw Hawthorne walk in, a few of them blinked, half-convinced the alcohol was making them see things.

But when it was clear Mr. Everhart himself had shown up, someone quickly

nudged Gwyneth, who was slumped over the table, her head resting on her arms.

"Gwyn, Mr. Everhart's here to pick you up."

Gwyneth seemed to catch the sound "Everhar" and lifted her head on instinct. But the face she saw wasn't Hawthorne's-it was McNeil's.

"Daddy, I'm sorry... Mommy's so sad, please don't leave her for Violet, Daddy..."

She sounded like a little girl again-six years old all over, watching her father come to take her to Violet's house on Winding Peak Lane. Her mother stood behind her, stiff as a puppet, while Gwyneth, annoyed, just wanted to leave with her father.

Hawthorne slid an arm around the drunken woman, frowning as he noticed her flushed cheeks and the way she mumbled incoherently.

"Mrs. Everhart's had too much to drink, Mr. Everhart. You should take her home," someone offered.

The sight of Hawthorne sobered up more than a few in the group. Gwyneth could be wild, but none of them could match Hawthorne's intimidating composure. They were all a little wary of the young CEO.

He scooped Gwyneth up in his arms and carried her toward the exit. Judging by her state, she'd had far more than a single bottle-how much had she really drunk?

carried her, but the only word Hawthorne could make

in her drunkenness, she wasn't


car, Hawthorne's

too much can

at

to run out

eyebrows knitted,

refusing to leave her side for even a second. "Go pick up Miss

before and had no intention of letting

Hawthorne wiped her down with a warm towel before tucking

and Gwyneth sobered up a little, though the room still seemed to

Hawthorne,

"How much

did you

drink?"


scolded gently

her flushed face with

Benet

towel "Even if you're celebrating, there's no

know how

hand away, her tone

Or-no-did you

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