The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 520

Mr. Everhart chatted with Hawthorne as he escorted him to the door.

Everyone left at the dining table broke out in a cold sweat.

Hawthorne slid into his car, said nothing, and peeled away with a heavy foot on the gas.

When Gwyneth finally snapped out of it, she realized her hands were balled into fists, her palms slick with sweat.

Leonie looked even worse—ashen and silent. When Mrs. Everhart returned after seeing Hawthorne off, she tapped Leonie’s nose, half-scolding, half-doting.

“You little troublemaker, honestly! Why’d you have to set off your uncle like that?”

Her youngest brother had always been suspicious of strangers trying to get close to the Everhart family.

If Leonie hadn’t landed herself in trouble that day, maybe Hawthorne wouldn’t have been so on edge—or so focused on Gwyneth.

Leonie stuck out her tongue, then suddenly turned to stare at Layne.

“Hey, are you seeing someone? Since when? Why didn’t you ever mention it?”

Layne stammered, “It’s not like that, really. We’re just friends, okay?”

Mrs. Everhart shot Layne a look. “You know exactly how your uncle is. If he catches you up to anything, he’ll have your hide.”

Then she turned to Gwyneth.

“Miss Langford, I’m so sorry about Hawthorne. He’s always been like this, but don’t worry. He’s a decent man at heart. If you start at his company, he won’t make things hard for you. And your ex-boyfriend wouldn’t dare cause trouble for you at our doorstep.”