The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 516

When Leonie said something had happened, she was probably talking about Dad being hospitalized.

After that, Mom took over both the Langford Group and Grandpa’s Golden Era Enterprises, but she managed them with a laid-back attitude. The companies stopped expanding, and there were no more aggressive takeovers.

In my memory, Mom was always gentle.

Gwyneth lowered her eyes, feeling a warm sting behind her eyelids.

“I can’t hide forever, can I?”

As soon as she said it, Gwyneth felt as if something inside her had clicked. The words surprised even herself.

Leonie grinned, “Who said forever? You just have to prove to my uncle that you and I are really friends, and that you mean me no harm. Once he’s satisfied, he won’t give you a hard time, and you’ll be free to go.”

Gwyneth understood then. Leonie was keeping her here because she was afraid her uncle might cause trouble otherwise.

“All right,” Gwyneth agreed, deciding it was best to just go along with Leonie for now.

“So, do you have any friends here in Greenvale? Got a job, or just here to have fun?”

Leonie was clearly in a gossipy mood.

Looking at Leonie’s open, unguarded face, Gwyneth suddenly felt the urge to share. “I was working at a design firm, but I just quit. I used to have a boyfriend—”

Not that he really counted as one, Gwyneth thought. She needed something to talk about, but didn’t want to share anything real, so she casually brought up her half-hearted, forgettable relationship with Bill Crawford.

“Ooh, a boyfriend? What’s his name? What’s his story? Tell me everything!”

Leonie was instantly interested. Gwyneth told her about Bill Crawford, even giving his full name.

“Oh, Bill Crawford? He’s not exactly a catch, you know.”

As a housekeeper brought in a tray of fruit and pastries, Leonie pulled Gwyneth onto the cozy sofa to chat.

“You know him?” Gwyneth was surprised.

Leonie rolled her eyes. “Of course. Greenvale isn’t huge, you know. Our family—the Everharts—are at the top, and the Crawfords are at the bottom. It’s impossible not to know them. And let me tell you, their son is seriously bad news. You did the right thing breaking it off.”

She leaned closer, grinning mischievously. “So, do you like handsome guys?”

Gwyneth’s heart skipped. She had no idea where this was going.

“My older brother—he’s twenty-eight and still hasn’t found a girlfriend. He’s always buried in work at his company. My parents are practically losing their minds. He’s a hundred times better than that Bill Crawford, character-wise. How about I introduce you when he gets home?”

Leonie’s enthusiasm was infectious. She really seemed to like Gwyneth—a kind of instant, inexplicable friendship. Turns out, it’s not just fate between men and women; sometimes women just click, too.

“Hey, do we have a guest?”

Gwyneth looked over to see a man in a simple athletic jacket heading toward the dining room. He was tall and striking, his features sharp and expressive. The resemblance to Leonie was obvious, but he was even more handsome.

Still, he was a little too young—lacking the quiet, magnetic presence of Leonie’s uncle.

Oh, stop it—

Gwyneth caught herself. What was she thinking? She’d only met Leonie’s uncle once, and here she was, comparing him to her brother.

She’d dated Bill Crawford for over six months, and he’d never occupied her thoughts for ten uninterrupted minutes; now her mind was wandering all over the place.

“Hey, let me introduce you!” Leonie chirped. “Gwyneth’s my new friend—she’s from Starfall City. If it weren’t for her, I’d have tumbled off the mountain today. And she’s single. Looks like she just quit her job, too. Are you hiring?”

Gwyneth thought Leonie was just making conversation, but she was actually introducing her to her brother—maybe even suggesting she join Layne Everhart’s company.

Layne studied Gwyneth for a moment, as if something had just occurred to him. He flashed a wry smile. “Langford, from Starfall City?”

Gwyneth’s heart skipped again. Was he onto something? But after a tense pause, he said nothing more.

“My company’s in design—mostly jewelry. We specialize in emeralds. Interested, Miss Langford?”