The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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 inside her, like weeds choking out everything

galleries, something caught her eye-a delicate jade hairpin

at a glance that the hairpin

around and seeing that no one was paying attention, Patti slyly pulled out her phone and started snapping photos of the hairpin through the

pictures later, then sweet-talk and pester him until he found a way

two staff members quietly approaching. Suddenly, they were right beside her, reaching for

Patti felt utterly disrespected. She'd already been groped by suspicion, and now they wouldn't

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

glass shattered with a sharp crack and for a split second, everyone in the room seemed to stop breathing, hearts pounding

these artifacts were priceless. Thankfully, only the glass had broken; the

phone,

woman out of here!"

her heart aching more than anyone else's in the room. When the piece had first arrived, it was nearly eighty

the glass broke, Gwyneth felt as if her blood had

her, speaking with utmost respect, though their eyes flickered with curiosity. They were surprised—Mrs. Everhart was so