The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 538

Yvette was silent for a long time, words caught in her throat.

She’d been taking the FSA exam since graduation. Even after years at The Everhart Group, she gave it another shot just last year, only to fail—again, and miserably.

She’d already decided to give up. And now, sitting across from her, was this girl—couldn’t be more than twenty, looked even younger, fresh-faced like some high school kid, all youth and beauty. Yet she’d just tossed out that line as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Miss Yvette, if there’s nothing else, I’ll get back to work.”

Gwyneth Langford was convinced Yvette was going out of her way to make things difficult. She couldn’t think of anything she’d done to offend her. And even if she really was Hawthorne Everhart’s girlfriend, shouldn’t Hawthorne be the one to explain things? Or maybe Yvette should take it up with him directly?

What did any of this have to do with her?

“Wait.”

Yvette called out just as Gwyneth turned to leave.

Gwyneth looked back, her clear eyes making Yvette even angrier.

“You’re supposedly a concept artist, but now you say you passed the FSA? Who do you think you’re fooling? Anyone can buy a fake certificate these days.”

Suddenly, it all made sense to Yvette. HR had spoken to Hawthorne just last month about the company’s shortage of talent in that field. No wonder this girl had slipped in—she must’ve wowed Hawthorne with her credentials, which were probably bogus.

Gwyneth’s hand tightened at her side. A fake FSA certificate? Yvette had a lot of nerve, she’d give her that.

“Miss Yvette, what exactly do you want from me?”

She was completely baffled.

Yvette shoved aside the documents Gwyneth had just corrected, sat back down, and gave her a frosty glare.

“You’re new here, right? Maybe you don’t know the rules. No taking leave on your first day, no showing up late or leaving early within your first three months. Do it more than three times, and you’re out—no resignation letter needed.”

Gwyneth’s brow twitched.

“Alright, got it.”

She watched Yvette, thinking, I just want to stay as far away from Hawthorne as possible. Whatever his reasons—maybe he suspects I’m a threat to Leonie Everhart, maybe it’s something else—either way, everyone’s acting like I’m desperate to cling to this place, throwing me all these suspicious looks.