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The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 508
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Chapter 508 Gwyneth blocked the number with a flick of her finger.

Bill Crawford-Greenvale's favorite golden boy. His family practically ran the place; calling him influential would be an understatement. Gwyneth had started out working at his company, and her sharp business acumen quickly caught his attention. He pursued her relentlessly for two months. At the time, she figured life in Greenvale was lonely enough; having someone to look after her seemed like a pleasant change.

She never quite understood what it was about her that made Bill Crawford so fixated, but the moment she discovered he was seeing other women, she didn't hesitate to cut things off.

Of course, Bill's arrogant pride wasn't about to let him go crawling back-unless, perhaps, it was because she never actually let him have his way.

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Now, with no reason to cross paths ever again, Gwyneth couldn't even muster the energy to care.

She stopped by accounting to collect her last paycheck, deciding she deserved a little sweetness to brighten up the gloomy weather. She'd heard about a dessert place with the most incredible soufflés and decided to give it a try.

Gwyneth had inherited her mother Victoria's beauty, but her temperament was all her father McNeil-reserved, distant, not one for making friends.

In a world obsessed with noise and speed, she stood out like a white lily- untouched, unsullied by the chaos around her.

She had just placed her order when Bill Crawford materialized in front of her, as if conjured by sunwelcspell.

"Gwyn, wouldn't it be better to stay with me? No more nine-to-five grind. I'll give you five grand a month, just for you." He slouched into the seat opposite her, radiating that cocky, spoiled-rich-boy vibe she found so tiresome. She thought of Chris. He was wealthy too, but never acted like this.

There really were distinctions among the rich.

"Five grand? That's generous, Mr. Crawford." She could burn through five grand in a single day back in Starfall City. Greenvale truly was a small town.

The mighty Crawford family of Greenvale wouldn't even register as a blip compared to the Langfords in Starfall City.

Bill curled his lips into a smug smile. "No need to get sentimental. I've always been generous with my women." Gwyneth nearly choked on her coffee.

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"Careful there. You're acting like a little kid," Bill said, reaching for a napkin to dab the corner of her mouth. She frowned and pushed his hand away.

"I appreciate the thought, Mr. Crawford, but you really don't need to go through the trouble of keeping a roster of girlfriends and handing out your pitiful allowance. I'm not interested, honestly." How had she ever thought being cared for by a man was appealing-especially a nouveau riche like him? Bill didn't look the least bit embarrassed at being called out. If anything, a hint of triumph flickered across his face.

"Gwyn, you're in your city, I'm in mine. We wouldn't get in each

other's way: Isn't five grand a month better than working? You could sleep, O shop, have afternoon fea, buy N whatever you want-live the life you've always dreamed about. All yours, just by being with me." She restrained herself from dumping her coffee over his head-manners, unfortunately, wouldn't allow it. "Thanks, but give it to someone who needs it. I'm sure there's no shortage of women lining up to play your canary for that kind of money, but countout."

She honestly wanted to roll her eyes. Did he think five grand was slife-changing sum? Or maybe she was mistaken-maybe the Crawfords in Greenvale really were small potatoes compared to even the minor upstarts in Starfall City. How did Bill even say this stuff with a straight face? Suddenly, Bill grabbed her hand, his handsfeatures sharpened with a flash of resentment and frustration.

"We dated for six months and got nothing. You ate my food, spent my money, I bought you gifts, an@you expectto just swallow that? Which of my girlfriends ever dared to take my money and walk away with her virtue intact?"