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.

wild and uncontrollable inside

galleries, something caught her

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

one was paying attention, Patti slyly pulled out her phone and

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

taking photos that she didn't notice two staff members

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

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

split second, everyone in the room seemed to stop breathing, hearts

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

phone,

this woman out of here!"

else's in the room. When the piece had first arrived, it was nearly eighty percent damaged, She'd spent

Gwyneth felt as if

eyes flickered with