The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 874

Sitting in Hawthorne's car, Leonie's phone vibrated continuously. Through the rearview mirror, Hawthorne caught Leonie's hesitant expression and easily guessed who was calling.

At this moment, he didn't offer any advice, instead letting Leonie make her own decision.

When it came to matters of the heart, no one else's input mattered. Everyone had their own emotional journey to walk.

Leonie let the phone ring for a long time, completely ignoring it.

Connor called several times in a row, but it was like tossing a stone into the ocean—no response whatsoever.

"Did that crazy girl actually get into some kind of trouble?"

For the first time, Connor felt a wave of anxiety. He texted Leonie, demanding she pick up the phone or reply to him immediately, while simultaneously sending a mass message to his buddies.

"Everyone with a car, get out here on standby."

Most of those guys had already crawled into bed after drinking, looking forward to a good night's sleep. But in the middle of the night, their phones kept blowing up with messages like death warrants, dragging over thirty guys out to drive their sports cars to Connor's designated meeting spot.

"What the hell is Connor doing in the middle of the night?" someone complained.

"Not sure, sounds like he had a fight with his girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? A fight? That's rare."

Someone scratched the back of his head. "Which girlfriend is it this time? Connor has changed so many we can't even remember their faces, and they're all fiercer than the last. But wasn't the one he cared about the Langford heiress from Starfall City?"

"He broke up with the one from Starfall City."

"No, she got married and dumped Connor."

"Ugh—"

Over thirty guys, dressed in designer streetwear and sporting brightly dyed hair, looked like a gathering of pop stars in the dead of night. The occasional late-night passerby couldn't help but stop and stare, wondering what was going on.

He had never been to Leonie's house, nor had he met her parents. Showing up out of the blue, especially if Leonie wasn't actually home, would only cause them to worry. Plus, their impression of him definitely wouldn't be good.

In the rearview mirror, Connor's blonde hair was particularly striking.

His mind unbiddenly recalled the ultimate taboo all parents had for their daughter's boyfriends—a punk with dyed blonde hair.

He smacked the mirror, letting out a self-deprecating scoff. He probably needed to change his hair color tomorrow.

On the twenty-fifth call to Leonie, she finally picked up.

"Good lord, where are you? Could you at least answer the phone once?"

Connor's heart inexplicably settled down.

Leonie's voice was freezing cold. "Connor Kaufman, from today on, we go our separate ways. I never want to see you again for the rest of my life."