The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 668

Gwyneth didn’t suspect anything and got out of the car, heading straight into the company building.

Hawthorne waited until she disappeared from sight before leisurely returning Patti Yale’s call.

“Hawthorne, I called you earlier—why didn’t you pick up? Were you at work? Have you been busy lately? I tried reaching you all night yesterday and couldn’t get through.”

Patti had gone on a shopping spree, loading up on designer handbags, clothes, and shoes. While treating herself, she’d swiped Hawthorne’s card for about ten dollars and picked up a suit for him as well.

The total haul came to over thirty thousand dollars, and the suit bore a glaringly obvious luxury label.

At first, Patti had wanted to get him a suit worth over a hundred thousand, but then she remembered—this two million dollar card was basically her “allowance” from Hawthorne.

Once the money was spent, that was it—gone for good. She felt a twinge of reluctance. But a thirty-thousand-dollar suit was still designer, and it’s not like only a six-figure price tag could show her appreciation.

She never would’ve imagined that, just a few years after she left, Hawthorne would become the richest man in Greenvale. Back when he was down on his luck, he’d worn cheap street-market clothes that didn’t even cost fifty bucks. Thirty grand was more than generous.

With that thought, Patti felt completely justified.

“Business dinner,” Hawthorne replied, his voice flat.

Patti hesitated, wanting to ask about the rumors she’d heard of his marriage, but it felt too blunt.

“Oh… So you can’t spend the night with me? Is it inconvenient?” Her tone was testing, but she held back the real question. If she confronted him directly about being married, she’d officially become “the other woman.” But if she pretended not to know and kept seeing him—maybe even tried to win him over from his wife—then even if she managed to take that spot, people wouldn’t gossip as much.

If Hawthorne truly liked her, he’d take care of everything—including his wife.

“Yes.”

His straightforward answer left Patti at a loss for words.

After a moment’s awkward silence, she said, “It’s nothing, really. If you’re busy, don’t worry about it. I heard your company’s hosting an art and antiques exhibition soon—I’d like to see it.”

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