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.

uncontrollable inside her, like

caught her eye-a delicate jade hairpin displayed behind a glass

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

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

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

in taking photos that she didn't notice two staff members quietly approaching. Suddenly, they were right beside

been groped by suspicion, and now

and struggled with the staff, and in the chaos, she crashed into the display

split second, everyone

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

clutched her phone, shaken

woman out of

stared at the hairpin, her heart aching more than anyone else's in the room. When the piece

as if

their eyes flickered with curiosity. They were surprised—Mrs. Everhart