The premise was simple: leave, once she'd secured her grandmother’s painting.
“Well then, we’ll be heading out first.”
Everyone took a moment to say their goodbyes to her.
“I suppose Mr. Everhart’s been keeping a close eye on her.”
“Yeah, I heard Hans picked her up from the office yesterday. Someone saw her get into Mr. Everhart’s car.”
“Seems like Mr. Everhart is serious this time.”
“So what about Miss Yvette? She’s been waiting around for Mr. Everhart for years.”
The voices faded into the distance. Yvette, overhearing them by accident, felt her cheeks flush with anger.
Gwyneth had only been here two days, and already the whole company was buzzing about her being Hawthorne’s woman. What did that make Yvette’s years of dedication? Now everyone was just waiting to see her make a fool of herself.
Hans arrived to pick up Gwyneth, just as he had the day before.
“Hans, could you let Mr. Everhart know I’m having dinner with Leonie tonight? I won’t be heading back with him for now.”
Hans’s usually cool expression softened into a gentle smile.
“Mr. Everhart said you’re free to go wherever you like, Miss Langford. Just let me know and I’ll take you. He has a dinner engagement this evening and won’t be coming home either.”
Gwyneth let out a sigh of relief. Hans, for his part, took it as a sign of a doting girlfriend. Miss Langford seemed so petite and sweet—no wonder Mr. Everhart had chosen her. Miss Yvette was far too serious, a workaholic through and through. Hans decided, when the time came, he’d want a girlfriend like Miss Langford.
“Then could you drop me at the Everhart place?”
She’d been ignoring Leonie’s messages all day, but now she called her right away.
“I’m on my way to see you.”
It had only been two days, but to Leonie it felt like ages.
“Great! I’ll change and wait for you.”
Leonie ran upstairs, then scrambled back down, excitement written all over her face. Mrs. Everhart saw her bounding about and couldn’t help but worry.
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