The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 524

“Miss Yvette probably already sees herself as the boss’s wife—but I haven’t seen Mr. Everhart show her any special attention.”

“Oh, come on, stop speculating. For all we know, they could be an underground couple. Mr. Everhart is a workaholic, a high-profile figure in business. He’s probably just keeping things under wraps to avoid the relentless paparazzi and rumor mills.”

The arrival of a new hire might have been a minor event, but the office grapevine, carried by Hans himself, quickly brought the news to Yvette’s ears.

Yvette immediately asked the HR manager to deliver Gwyneth’s file to her, claiming it was for internal records and so she could get to know all the new staff better.

The manager, ever astute, personally delivered Gwyneth’s dossier without delay.

Miss Yvette was the only person in the company who could bypass the CEO’s assistant and speak directly to Mr. Everhart. Everyone whispered that she was his secret girlfriend, destined to be Mrs. Everhart someday. No one dared cross her.

She studied Gwyneth’s file for a long time but found nothing of real interest.

Just a recent college graduate with an unremarkable résumé. Yet the lack of anything noteworthy only made Yvette more suspicious.

She set aside the papers, fixed herself a coffee in the break room, and went straight to find Hawthorne.

He had just finished a conference call with the overseas team when Yvette pushed open the door and placed the coffee on his desk.

Hawthorne glanced at her, picked up the mug, and took a sip.

Rich, smooth—just the way he liked it.

“Thank you.”

He wasn’t much of a talker, but Yvette was used to that by now.

“There’s a new hire in the game division. Hans brought her in. I’ve seen her résumé—it’s pretty plain.”

Hawthorne put down his cup. “Yeah. She’s a friend of Leonie’s. The kid got in trouble, no company would take her, so Leonie pestered me until I agreed to let her in here.”

Leonie, busy at her theater rehearsal, sneezed so hard she nearly fell off the stage.

Yvette relaxed, her face brightening with relief.

“Oh, so she’s Leonie’s friend. That girl’s stubborn, but fiercely loyal, too.”

She almost laughed at her own paranoia. After all these years, there hadn’t been another woman anywhere near Hawthorne. As if a young girl could ever turn his head.

Hawthorne didn’t say anything else. Satisfied, Yvette let it go, shot him a flirtatious glance, and nodded at the coffee.

“Drink it while it’s hot.”

She walked out with a spring in her step, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.