The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 748

Wherever this woman was, everyone in the company walked on eggshells, terrified that some minor detail would displease her and lead to a summons.

As Hawthorne's closest assistant, Secretary Mark was the most attuned to his attitude toward others.

Patti Yale seemed to hold a very important place in Mr. Everhart's eyes, and Wu wished she could stay a thousand miles away from her.

"You can take the morning off. Go to the mall and buy Ms. Yale a pair of suitable flat shoes. No heel. Not even a small one."

The apprehension in Patti's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a delighted surprise.

Her guess was right after all—Hawthorne did care about her.

He saw she was pregnant and was sending his own secretary to buy her shoes.

"Hawthorne…" she began, but he shot her a cold glare, and Patti quickly corrected herself. "Mr. Everhart, that's really not necessary. I'm fine in these."

Secretary Mark stood there, stunned.

Was she hearing this right?

What exactly was the relationship between Mr. Everhart and Patti Yale?

Was it really a mistress situation, as the rumors suggested?

Not long ago, everyone was saying Gwyneth from the gaming department was Mrs. Everhart, but she disappeared shortly after arriving, and HR never even received a resignation letter.

Mr. Everhart's image had crumbled over the past two months.

People used to define him as the austere, untouchable CEO, so aloof that some even whispered he might be into men.

Now, it seemed that was all just a facade.

He had a soon-to-be wife and a mistress on the side, and he'd even put both of them in his company, only for the mistress's arrival to chase the wife away.

Mr. Everhart played a much more complicated game than ordinary people, but that was just the way of the wealthy.

Before she arrived, no female employee would have dared to parade in front of him like that.

Yvette, who was naturally tall, had only ever worn shoes with the slightest of heels.

The only woman he found truly captivating, whose heels made a sound he found pleasing, was his Mrs. Everhart—Gwyneth.

When she wore the stunning silk gown and soft-soled heels he had given her, the combination was so beautiful it took his breath away.

Gwyneth embodied the grace of a classic beauty perfectly.

Patti's outfit today had just given him a headache, and the heavy perfume she wore was detectable from fifteen feet away.

He couldn't stand it, and his thoughts drifted back to Gwyneth.

But whether he tried to video call or phone her, she wouldn't answer.