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.

sense of indignation grew wild and uncontrollable inside her, like weeds choking out

galleries, something caught her eye-a

studying abroad and had picked up a bit about antiques and collectibles. She could tell at a glance that the

and seeing that no one was paying attention, Patti slyly pulled out her phone and

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

didn't notice two staff members quietly approaching. Suddenly, they were right

and now they wouldn't even give her

to back down. She clung to her phone and struggled with the staff, and in the chaos, she crashed into

with a sharp crack and for a split second, everyone

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

clutched her phone, shaken

woman out of here!"

piece

broke, Gwyneth felt as if her blood had turned to

with utmost respect, though their eyes flickered with curiosity. They