The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 777

"What was it? Butler Parham saw it while cleaning. Was it something important of yours, like a drawing or a manuscript? He accidentally threw it away."

The only things Hawthorne could think of were her artworks. She spent her days at home, tinkering with her paintings and seals, which was one thing that gave him peace of mind. Many women in her situation would resort to tears, tantrums, and threats, and while Gwyneth had her moments, she was mostly composed, which worried him even more. It wasn't a normal reaction.

Gwyneth heard him say he didn't know what was on the paper and realized it had been a false alarm.

"I'm not sure. I don't know what it could be. You didn't see it?"

But Hawthorne wasn't interested in discussing a piece of scrap paper.

"Gwyn, about Patti and me—"

Gwyneth held up a hand to stop him. "Enough. If you want to confess, go to a priest. If you want to lie, find someone else to listen."

Without another glance, she headed upstairs.

Hawthorne watched her go, about to follow, when his phone rang. It was Patti.

"James wants me to get my hands on the hard drive for your company's project. Hawthorne, do you have it?" Patti was being direct.

"I do. I'll go to the office and get it for you now."

Patti bit her lip. "Won't that seem too easy? Will he believe it?" She felt Hawthorne's trap had too many holes. She added, "James asked if you really trust me. He said if you did, why do you still go home to your wife every night?"

James had actually said that, so Patti didn't feel like she was stirring up trouble by relaying it truthfully.

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