The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 513

She hadn’t come home all night. The battery left in her phone was just enough for her family to track her location here.

But what she didn’t expect was that the one who showed up would be her uncle.

Gwyneth couldn’t help but steal another glance at the cold, striking man. After all, these days, it was rare to catch someone with good looks and a powerful family background out in public.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom sat parked at the curb, worth close to a million.

Thinking of how Bill Crawford boasted endlessly about his family’s prominence in Greenvale, Gwyneth couldn’t stop herself from internally scoffing.

With the way he acted, he couldn’t be further from what a real old-money family was supposed to be.

Rain had started to fall, just a light drizzle under the pale sky. The man’s long, elegant fingers gripped a black umbrella. His eyes were icy and distant, his skin so pale it almost seemed to catch the faint light. Beneath a classic black suit, his tall, lean frame radiated an effortless nobility—an air that demanded respect.

As Gwyneth sized him up, she felt his gaze brush over her as well. For a split second, her breath caught. This man… he was on par with her own father.

Leonie lowered her head and walked over, looking very much like a little girl caught doing something wrong.

The man watched Leonie with a detached, almost indifferent expression. Halfway to the car, she suddenly turned back, her voice small and uncertain.

“Uncle, can I bring a friend with me?”

Gwyneth realized Leonie was talking about her. She immediately shook her head.

She’d come to Greenvale for some peace and quiet, not to get tangled up with anyone.

The man’s handsome features hardened as he looked her way, distinctly unfriendly. His Adam’s apple bobbed as if he was weighing his options.

“Get in.”

Just two words, spoken softly yet with unmistakable authority.

Even Gwyneth, who’d seen her share of intimidating scenes, felt a jolt of anxiety—like she’d just been caught red-handed.

“N-no, that’s really not necessary,” she stammered, for once at a loss for words.