The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 644

Yvette was caught off guard by the question. Her beautiful face twisted in irritation, and for a split second, Gwyneth saw someone else’s shadow flicker behind her features.

She’d never seen this expression on Violet Marchand’s face before. A woman scheming to steal someone else's husband ought to have some measure of self-control—Yvette was sorely lacking in that department.

Yvette’s only goal was to put Gwyneth in her place, to vent her frustration over the way Hawthorne had once stood up for Gwyneth. Since she knew there was nothing between Gwyneth and Hawthorne, her arrogance only grew.

Hawthorne would be hers, sooner or later. She’d already spoken to her father, asking him to leverage the friendship between Yvette’s grandfather and the Everhart family to arrange a formal engagement. And she wanted everyone in Greenvale to know about it.

She’d convince Hawthorne to throw her a grand proposal party. She knew he was the straight-laced type—not exactly a romantic, and certainly clueless when it came to wooing a woman. He kept his feelings bottled up, never knowing how to express himself. Yvette figured she could guide him through it.

“As your supervisor—and as your older sister, in a way—I’m just giving you some friendly advice. Don’t read too much into it,” Yvette said, her voice light with satisfaction.

Gwyneth could sense her delight, though she had no idea what had sparked it.

“We’re here. Head up to the third floor and find someone named Ellis. Tell him Miss Yvette sent you and ask if he’s got the things ready.”

Yvette had the driver let Gwyneth out, then told him to take her somewhere else, leaving Gwyneth standing there, speechless.

No wonder Hawthorne had never taken an interest in her—there was something seriously off about Yvette.

After dropping her off, Yvette sped away, leaving Gwyneth standing alone and uncertain.

She was in the suburbs, in front of a half-constructed office building. The steel skeleton was barely up. Yvette had told her to grab some documents and then find her own way back to the office. Gwyneth was pretty sure this was all just a joke at her expense.

Good luck finding a cab out here, she thought grimly.

As she stood there fuming, her phone buzzed. Hawthorne was calling.

“Where are you? I passed by the gaming department and you weren’t at your desk.”

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