Chapter 672

Patti Yale had always believed there was nothing in her life she needed to hide.

When she'd just returned home and bumped into Hawthorne, he'd handed her a cool two million dollars, telling her to spend it however she liked. What else could that mean, except that he cherished her above all?

With this certainty, even when Patti was quietly stealing Hawthorne's company secrets, she never took him too seriously. She was convinced that, no matter what she did, Hawthorne would turn a blind eye.

"Ma'am, we'd appreciate it if you could respect the museum rules. I'm sure you've seen the signs-everyone here is an adult and responsible for their actions.

All our exhibits are protected national treasures. You're welcome to look, but photography is strictly forbidden. It's the policy.

If you insist on ignoring the rules, we'll have to ask you to leave."

Patti nearly burst out laughing, as if she'd just heard the punchline to some ridiculous joke.

But when the security guards got serious-one dialing the police, the other calling

escort her out-she realized they

guard looked like they could bench-press a small car. Towering, with muscles like steel cables, they were every bit

no one at her side, even Patti felt a flicker of

wasn't picking up her calls. There was absolutely no

fine! I'll delete everything I took. No

full view of the staff, Patti erased every photo she'd just taken. She even opened


given her "history the next time Patti visited the museum, a staff member would trailer-never too close, bu never

where

always watching. The

curiosity because

with thinly veiled contempt. It grated on

glanced at Patti for a moment before dismissing her as some unstable eccentric.

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feeling that this woman and Hawthorne were

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