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.

like that here be too much? The smell alone might

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

been good with spicy food;

someone arrived with the barbecue, along with several dishes Gwyneth liked. She couldn't resist glancing toward the main

file in. Here she was, eating barbecue during such a refined event-wasn't that

was busy placing skewers onto

"What's wrong?"

and unbothered. Gwyneth felt her face flush, a

we really going to eat barbecue here? Isn't

if word got out that she'd eaten barbecue at

"Does it bother you?"

it. She was more worried

Besides, I spent three hundred thousand dollars on this box-nobody's going to say a word if

Three... three hundred thousand?

was impressive. Even though that amount wasn't exactly a fortune by