The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 618

Leonie’s hands and heart trembled as she called Hawthorne.

The phone barely rang a few times before he answered.

“Uncle—”

The moment she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks. She stammered through her explanation, and only after a while did Hawthorne finally piece together the heart of it.

Gwyneth had hit someone with her car. Someone had taken her, and now both she and the person she hit were missing.

“I understand. I’ll take care of it.”

He hung up. Though his face remained calm, a sharp pain pricked his heart.

Hawthorne pressed the button on his desk phone, just about to call his assistant in, when the door rattled with a few knocks. Before he could respond, Yvette pushed the door open and strode in.

“Mr. Everhart, what’s going on with that Gwyneth? She’s eighteen minutes late today.”

Yvette was fuming, heels striking the floor with such force it seemed she might crack the marble.

Hawthorne’s gaze paused for a moment. His finger hovered over the phone’s keypad as he shifted his focus back to her.

“Hmm?”

He leaned back in his leather chair, eyes cool and impassive as he looked at Yvette.

“So Gwyneth’s here, then?”

That at least meant she was safe. For a moment, he’d nearly been ready to send men to lock down every exit in Greenvale, not letting even a mosquito fly out.

Yvette, even when coming to complain, could read Hawthorne’s mood.

“Mr. Everhart, I know Gwyneth’s a friend of your niece’s, and it’s not really my place to meddle, but since she started, she’s hardly put in a proper day’s work. Every department’s fed up with her, and her constant absences are setting a terrible example for the rest of the staff.”

Without realizing it, Yvette’s personal feelings bled into her words. Hawthorne listened silently, never interrupting, while even the secretary nearby felt a cold sweat for Gwyneth.

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