The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 662

Chapter 662

After everyone finished eating, someone suggested they head over to the mall for a bit of shopping. The women, naturally drawn to retail therapy, perked up at the idea. The men, on the other hand, looked bored at the prospect and decided they'd rather hit up a bar to keep the drinks flowing. So the group split-whoever wanted to shop went to the mall, and the rest drifted off toward the nightlife.

Gwyneth hadn't really intended to go shopping, but now that she was here, it felt awkward to just bow out halfway through the evening.

She trailed along with the others, wandering from store to store as the group meandered through the mall. When they reached the jewelry gallery, people started to linger, eyes lighting up at the dazzling displays.

Everyone working at The Everhart Group made a solid salary, and with their sizable year-end bonuses, splurging on jewelry that ranged from a few thousand to tens of thousands wasn't out of the question.

Gwyneth quickly realized these colleagues were regulars here. Some sales associates even greeted them by name, chatting warmly as if they were old friends.

"Mrs. Everhart, you have excellent taste. This emerald has been our showpiece for ages-nobody's dared to buy it, but if you want it, it's yours," one of the staff gushed.

The words "Mrs. Everhart" caught everyone's attention. Curious glances shot toward the woman examining the emerald.

Just as this was happening, Gwyneth's phone rang. She stepped outside to take the call, passing Patti Yale, who was already finished shopping.

found everyone whispering excitedly. "Wasn't that

heard she's spent millions here over the years. Mr. Everhart

in surprise. Mrs. Everhart was here? In her mind, Mrs. Everhart was Leonie Everhart's mother, so she glanced around, searching for

is stunning, no wonder Mr. Everhart stayed

it just me, or does she look familiar? Like the girl who was the star of

handing out ice cream cones she'd

are you talking about?" she asked, puzzled. The age didn't seem to match

lowering her voice. "I asked one of the shop girls I know she

from her

you alright?" someone asked, concern

the confusion

fine. Really," she

coworkers must be mistaken, she told herself. They were always gossiping-one day claiming she was some rich man's mistress, the next saying

her purse. She walked up to the counter, pointing at an elegant diamond necklace in the display case. "I'll take

with a flicker of doubt. She'd never

sure, miss? This

but it

loyalty program, you'll