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

one of the galleries, something 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

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

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

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

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

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

split second, everyone in the

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

her phone,

out of here!" someone

anyone else's in the room. When the piece had first arrived,

glass broke, Gwyneth felt as if her blood had turned to

approached her, speaking with utmost respect, though their eyes flickered with curiosity. They were