The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 524 "Miss Yvette probably already sees herself as the boss's wife-but I haven't seen Mr. Everhart show her any special attention." "Oh, con, stop speculating. For all we know, they could be an underground couple. Mr. Everhart is a workaholic, a high-profile figure in business. He's probably just keeping things under wraps to avoid the relentless paparazzi and rumor mills." The arrival of a new hire might have been a minor event, but the office grapevine, carried by Hans himself, quickly brought the news to Yvette's ears.

Yvette immediately asked the HR manager to deliver Gwyneth's file to her, claiming it was for internal records and so she could get to know all the new staff better.

The manager, ever astute, personally delivered Gwyneth's dossier without delay.

Miss Yvette was the only person in the company who could bypass the CEO's assistant and speak directly to Mr. Everhart. Everyone whispered that she was his secret girlfriend, destined to be Mrs. Everhart someday. No one dared cross her.

She studied Gwyneth's file for a long tbut found nothing of real interest.

Just a recent college graduate with an unremarkable résumé. Yet the lack of anything noteworthy only made Yvette more suspicious.

She set aside the papers, fixed herself a coffee in the break room, and went straight to find Hawthorne.

He had just finished a conference call with the overseas team when Yvette pushed open the door and placed the coffee on his desk.

Hawthorne glanced at her, picked up the mug, and took a sip.

Rich, smooth-just the way he liked it.

"Thank you." He wasn't much of a talker, but Yvette was used to that by now.

"There's a new hire in the gdivision. Hans brought her in. I've seen her résumé it's pretty plain." Hawthorne put down his cup. "Yeah. She's a friend of Leonie's. The kid got in trouble, no company would take her, so Leonie pestereduntil I agreed to let her in here." Leonie, busy at her theater rehearsal, sneezed so hard she nearly fell off the stage.

Yvette relaxed, her face brightening with relief.

"Oh, so she's Leonie's friend. That girl's stubborn, but fiercely loyal, too." She almost laughed at her own paranoia. After all these years, there hadn't been another woman anywhere near Hawthorne. As if a young girl could ever turn his head.

Hawthorne didn't say anything else. Satisfied, Yvette let it go, shot him a flirtatious glance, and nodded at the coffee.

"Drink it while it's hot." She walked out with a spring in her step, thoughtfully closing the door behind her. Once she'd gone, Hawthorne opened his laptop and, from thousands of emails, clicked open the latest one.

Gwyneth. Father: McNeil Langford. Mother: Victoria Turner.

A short but tic introduction, followed by a detailed report on her family-the sstory the tabloids had run years ago. He knew it by heart. More than a decade had passed, but nothing new had cto light.

Ever since McNeil had been stabbed and left in a coma, the Langford Group had changed. No longer ruthless toward their rivals, no longer obsessed with dominating the market.

They still held onto their title as Starfall City's wealthiest, but now kept a lower profile-almost reclusive, far more conventional than before.

A company led by a woman was still different from when a man was at the helm. Hawthorne knew the Langford Group was now run by McNeil's ex-wife, who'd apparently raised three children on her own. Gwyneth was the eldest daughter.

The Langfords had been quiet for over a decade. Why send their heiress to get close to the Everharts now? He had no intention of letting Gwyneth know he'd already uncovered her identity. He'd keep her around a while longer and see what the Langfords were up to.

Gwyneth spent the whole morning at her new workstation, quietly exploring her surroundings with a small thrill of excitement.

Who said you had to stop loving 1.n figurines and little toys after turning twenty? She adored the collection on her desk. She couldn't resist picking one up and fiddling with it, nearly getting addicted to the satisfying squish of a stress ball.

She sat alone, never leaving even during breaks.

Naturally, a few nosy colleagues tried to strike up a conversation, but from the moment she turned on her computer, she'd been engrossed in studying the character profiles for the company's latest game. She'd been assigned a minor character to design-not too big a task.

Drawing had never been a challenge for her.

She figured she'd inherited every one of her mother Victoria's talents and passions. In Gwyneth, those gifts seemed to shine even brighter. Celia, on the other hand, only cared about dance and couldn't be bothered with anything else.

At the end of the day, Gwyneth was ready to call a cab back to her hotel. She had no desire to actually live with the Everharts.

Just then, Hans showed up. Gwyneth had just picked up her bag when she saw him smiling at her.

"Miss Langford, Mr. Everhart is waiting for you downstairs." "...What?" Was Hawthorne really planning on chauffeuring her everywhere?

"That's not necessary. I have other errands anyway-I'll get myself back to the Everlant place later." The hotel was out of the question now. She'd have to look for an apartment soon.

"Miss Langford, those are the boss's instructions. Wherever you need to go, he daha. Wherever you е gp, he dah take you himself." Chapter 524 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.