The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 615

The concert was held at the largest theater in Greenvale, and, just as expected, Hawthorne had reserved a private box. Inside, there were all kinds of snacks, fruit platters, tea, wine-everything one could want, with a dedicated attendant on standby.

Gwyneth couldn't help but marvel again at the power of money. It reminded her of her own family; ever since she was born, there were hardly any people she could interact with normally. Even among the other socialites and trust fund kids, it was the same.

That was why she'd chosen to go abroad. Out there, surrounded by wealth, everyone was on equal footing-eating the same bland cafeteria food, sneaking instant noodles into the dorms behind the RAs' backs, posting on Instagram late at night.

Overseas, international students all acted like they'd been starving for days. Back then, if anyone shared anything, it'd be a homemade meal-nobody cared to show off champagne, designer handbags, or luxury cars, because none of that could compete with a plate of home-cooked tomato scrambled eggs.

"What do you want to eat? I can have something brought up."

As if pulling a rabbit out of a hat, Hawthorne produced an elegant menu. Gwyneth had mistaken it for a magazine at first. Honestly, ever since she'd left the old- money scene back home, so many details had grown hazy.

In Starfall City, nothing was too outrageous, so this was hardly surprising.

"Whatever's fine," she said, but her eyes couldn't help drifting toward the seafood selections and Greenvale's famous barbecue.

something like that here be too much? The smell alone might

to read her mind. He instructed his assistant to bring up a platter of grilled meats and a seafood sampler, choosing lighter

never been good with spicy food; she

the barbecue, along with several dishes Gwyneth

starting to file in. Here she was, eating barbecue during

was busy placing skewers onto

"What's wrong?"

cool and unbothered. Gwyneth

going to eat barbecue

that she'd eaten barbecue at a concert, it'd sound completely

"Does it bother you?"

it. She was more worried other people might

dollars on this box-nobody's going to say a word if we decide to stay

Three... three hundred thousand?

admit, that was impressive. Even though that amount wasn't exactly a