The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 796

Laughter spilled out of the private room as the dinner party wound down. James had already called to book a VIP suite at a nightclub, planning to continue drinking with Lanny elsewhere.

He still hadn't secured the funding for the project, making the promised billions feel like a mirage. Yet, he'd already blown nearly ten million at The Crystal Room tonight. If they didn't leave soon, they'd be fleeced for even more.

Meanwhile, Hawthorne was about to take Patti back to her apartment when Hans came rushing over, nearly colliding with them.

“What is it?” Hawthorne asked, noting Hans’s obvious panic.

Hans glanced nervously at Patti before leaning in to whisper in Hawthorne’s ear. “Mr. Everhart, Ms. Everhart is here. She’s about to walk in. I tried to stall her, but I was afraid she'd see me, so I rushed over to warn you.”

He had no idea how Gwyneth had managed to show up here, of all places, and she was heading straight for The Crystal Room. It was as if she knew Hawthorne was here and had come specifically to find him.

Hawthorne’s expression darkened. Why would Gwyneth come now? James and Lanny were still inside, and Patti was right here with him.

Patti, however, had overheard the entire exchange between Hans and Hawthorne, and a faint, knowing smile touched her lips. She had been wondering why Gwyneth had been so quiet all day. It turned out she was just feigning composure.

First, she’d shown up at the apartment and made a fool of herself, and now she was chasing him to a restaurant. Her appearance was sure to ruin the elaborate scheme Hawthorne had been carefully constructing for so long. Patti was certain that regardless of whether Gwyneth succeeded, she would only earn Hawthorne's disgust.

How did a woman with a brain like that even become a wealthy socialite? All she ever thought about was love and romance, without a shred of cunning.

The three of them—Gwyneth, Patti, and Hawthorne—stood face to face. Gwyneth’s gaze was fixed on Hawthorne’s hand, which was wrapped tightly around Patti’s waist. Hawthorne desperately wanted to let go, but with James watching him like a hawk, he forced himself to stay still.

“What are you doing here?” Hawthorne demanded, forcing a cold, hard edge into his voice.

Ever since they had met, she had never heard him use such a harsh tone, except for the very first time when he was worried about Leonie being with a stranger. But they had been strangers then; now they were husband and wife. Hawthorne had repeatedly sworn to her that there was nothing between him and Patti, treating her with nothing but affection. After she discovered his deceptions, he’d showered her with gifts and concern, trying to win her back. She had clung to the hope that he had his reasons, and he had encouraged her to understand.

But her phone kept buzzing with messages from Patti—texts and pictures documenting their dates. Patti had stopped just short of sending them a sex tape.

Tonight, Gwyneth was determined to confront Patti face-to-face and tell her to stop the harassment. Whatever they did was none of her business. They could flaunt their affair anywhere they liked, but she wouldn't let them parade it in front of her. Didn't they feel disgusted with themselves?