The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 832

Watching Gwyneth casually slip the five-million-dollar check into her purse, PPatti felt like she was going to explode with rage.

After securing her money, Gwyneth looked at Patti with a slight smile. "So, Miss Yale, if you have anything else to say, now's the time. After I finish this water, I'm leaving." She hadn't touched the coffee Patti had ordered for her; pregnant women don't drink that stuff.

"Gwyneth, don't push your luck. I'm not asking for much."

She was here for a payday, not to give money back.

"Taking a single penny from me is still extortion," Gwyneth said. "I know you're not asking for the world, but you're not worth it. If you were, the check you pulled out of your own pocket would be for more than five million. Hawthorne is a businessman, and a businessman's greatest skill is calculation."

Gwyneth slowly stood up. "Miss Yale, I believe our conversation is over." She took a few steps, then turned back and placed a folded paper on the table. "By the way, you wrote this, didn't you? Take a good look. If there's nothing else, I'll be going. I also have a recording pen. You wouldn't want anyone to know what you said on it.

"Furthermore, the money Hawthorne gave you was a commission, not a settlement. He's already told me everything about your role in this. Miss Yale, trying to deceive the wife with forged evidence and flimsy lies is never a good idea."

Patti stared at Gwyneth's burgeoning belly, the flames of fury leaping in her eyes.

Just as Gwyneth reached the restaurant's entrance, several men in black suits rushed forward. One of them pressed a handkerchief over her nose, and they dragged her into the back of a van.

The black van drove to an inconspicuous corner, where the driver called Patti Yale. "Miss Yale, we have her."

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