The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 510

Gwyneth Langford woke early that morning and made herself a quick breakfast—two fried eggs and a glass of milk. She’d just taken a bite of toast when the doorbell rang.

She went to answer it, surprised to find her landlady standing on the doorstep.

Letting her in, Gwyneth tried to figure out what this was about. Her lease hadn’t expired; she’d paid all her bills on time. Why show up so suddenly?

“Miss Langford, I’m terribly sorry, but my son recently got engaged and they need a place to live, so we won’t be able to renew the lease. I’ll refund you the rest of your rent, of course.”

The landlady looked suitably apologetic, but Gwyneth couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all a little too convenient. She’d been job hunting for weeks with no luck, and now, suddenly, she was being kicked out? There was only one person she could think of behind this—Bill Crawford.

“Alright,” Gwyneth said briskly, holding out her phone for the landlady to scan and refund the remaining rent.

“I’m sorry, Miss Langford, but could you possibly move out today?” the landlady pressed. Now that the money was transferred, she didn’t bother to hide her impatience. Gwyneth doubted this had anything to do with her son needing a place; more likely, she just wanted to get another tenant in as soon as possible.

Gwyneth didn’t argue. “No problem.”

She saw the landlady out, closed the door, and finished her simple breakfast. Then she packed a few clothes—leaving most things behind—and left with just a small suitcase.

Half an hour later, Gwyneth was at the Greenvale Grand Hotel, sliding a sleek black card across the reception desk. The clerk stared, wide-eyed, and took the card with both hands, instantly more respectful.

“I’d like to book ten nights,” Gwyneth said.

“In the presidential suite?” the receptionist asked, clearly aware that anyone with a card like this was no ordinary guest.

Gwyneth smiled politely. “No need for anything extravagant. An executive suite will be fine.”

Luxury wasn’t her style. The receptionist looked a little disappointed, but quickly handed back her card and the room keys.