The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 625

“Why waste your breath on someone like that? Just block him already.”

Leonie snatched Connor’s name from Gwyneth’s contacts and tossed him straight into the blocked list before Gwyneth could even react.

“Don’t talk to him again. If he really does try to make you pay, don’t worry—my uncle has more money than he knows what to do with.”

Actually, she should have said he had everything anyone could want—and money was the least of it.

Leonie handed the phone back to Gwyneth.

“……”

Clearly, Hawthorne hadn’t doted on Leonie for nothing. That speed—she’d just welded a steel wall around him.

Meanwhile, Connor was still waiting for a reply from Gwyneth. He fired off another message, only to be met with a glaring red exclamation mark.

[This contact requires verification before you can send messages. Please request to add them as a friend.]

Connor, frustrated, nearly hurled his phone across the room—but then he remembered Gwyneth’s messages were still on it. His hand froze mid-air; he just couldn’t bring himself to let go.

“Mr. Kaufman, are you all right?”

Laird eyed him with concern; Connor didn’t exactly look like a man ready to jump off a bridge.

“I’m fine. Let’s get back inside and finish our drinks.”

If the woman wanted nothing to do with him, he wasn’t about to chase after her and embarrass himself.

But just then, Gwyneth sent him another friend request.

Connor had barely taken two steps before his phone buzzed again.

“Sorry, my niece accidentally deleted you just now.”

“I just remembered I have some work to finish. Leonie, you keep watching—I’ll be in the study.”

Leonie was completely absorbed in the show, sniffling and dabbing at her tears with a tissue.

“Mm, go ahead.”

Gwyneth cast her a glance, then headed upstairs.

The study was Hawthorne’s domain, painted in cool shades of gray. After Gwyneth moved in, Hawthorne had set up a workspace for her just beside his own.

Gwyneth stared at the portrait, realizing with a jolt just how deeply Hawthorne’s image had etched itself into her soul.