Chapter 673

Gwyneth hadn't expected Hawthorne to leave her in charge of this mess.

"What if the troublemaker is someone you know?" she'd asked him.

"Then I'll still have to do my job," he'd replied.

It didn't matter who was involved-if anyone damaged items in the museum, Hawthorne wouldn't tolerate it, not for a second.

Gwyneth's doubts vanished. She was certain now: this woman couldn't possibly be Hawthorne's lover. If she were, wouldn't he have stepped in immediately to defend her?

"Alright, then," Gwyneth said.

Just then, a coworker called her over, so she hurriedly hung up.

Patti Yale, on the other hand, was fuming. She was supposed to be the woman Hawthorne adored, yet here she was, being treated like a common thief just for visiting an exhibition.

indignation grew wild and uncontrollable

she passed one of the galleries, something caught her eye-a delicate jade hairpin displayed

abroad and had picked up a bit about antiques and collectibles. She could tell at a glance that the hairpin was worth a fortune, the jade itself flawless and translucent-a rare imperial treasure. She fell in love with it

was paying attention, Patti slyly pulled out her phone and started snapping photos

planned to show Hawthorne the pictures later, then sweet-talk and pester him until he found a way to

was so engrossed in taking photos that she didn't notice two staff members quietly


felt utterly disrespected. She'd already been groped by suspicion, and now they wouldn't even give her a

She clung to her phone and struggled with the staff, and in the

with a sharp crack and for a split second, everyone

priceless. Thankfully, only the glass had broken; the jade hairpin still sat safely on its velvet

phone,

out of here!"

anyone else's in the room. When the piece

broke, Gwyneth felt as if her blood had turned to

speaking with utmost respect, though their eyes flickered

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