Ch. 1311..1320

Chapter 1311 Not Even Worthy Of Carrying Her Shoes

Charlotte looked at her coldly, "It's you who can't handle it."

The woman was about to say something, her lips curling into a smile, when suddenly a beam of light struck her face, blindingly bright.

A few seconds later, a car came to a steady stop about ten meters away from them. A woman emerged from the driver's seat, her hair casually tied back in a low ponytail. She wore a black coat and had a slender, attractive figure.

Genevieve, disliking the cold, tucked her hands into her coat pockets and quickly walked over to Charlotte.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Genevieve arrive, Charlotte couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Charlotte glanced at the woman across from her and whispered to Genevieve, "Tina challenged me to a street race, but in the end, she let her boyfriend step in. Her boyfriend, Wilbur White, is a member of the Jadeborough Sports Car Club. I'm sure I can't beat him, so that's why I asked you to come help."

Jerry and Evan have a good relationship. Previously, Charlotte happened to see a video of Genevieve racing from Evan and learned that she has impressive driving skills.

Tina was right next to Charlotte, so even when Charlotte lowered her voice to speak, she could still hear her.

She retorted, "My boyfriend represents me, so what's wrong with letting him play? You can also ask your boyfriend to join, you know. If you can't afford to lose, just say it."

Genevieve looked at the woman who was speaking, her eyes narrowing slightly, "I think I remember you."

"I remember now..." Genevieve chuckled, "I was wondering which family's daughter I was, turns out I was one of those people who used to hang around Charlotte."

Back then, you were so active in the chat group, always talking about which restaurant had great food and which brand had released new products. You just wanted to tag along with Charlotte to enjoy free meals.

Tina's face changed, clearly annoyed but not daring to speak loudly, "Back then, we were all friends."

"Who even considers you a friend?" Genevieve said bluntly. "You weren't even worthy of carrying Lottie's shoes before. If it weren't for her, would you have any new clothes to wear?"

After Genevieve finished speaking, she glanced at her friend's arm and said, "That Birkin bag of yours was also a gift from her."

If it were someone else, Tina definitely wouldn't be able to tolerate it, but the person in front of her was Genevieve. Although she wasn't very prominent in the socialite circle, Tina was still aware of who Genevieve was.

Genevieve's older brother is even wealthier than the Benson family. It is said that his sister-in-law is the daughter of a military commanding officer, so they are not to be trifled with.

Wilbur saw her being bullied and immediately came over to support her, "So what if this bag was a gift from Charlotte to my girlfriend? Hasn't my girlfriend given her anything in return?" "Genevieve, I know who your brother is, but that doesn't give you the right to bully others for no reason."

Wilbur glanced at Charlotte and scoffed, "It was her own choice to race, and she even put her own supercar on the line. If she can't afford to lose, she should just say so. It's just a supercar, and it's not like I don't have one."

"Hey, Ms. Benson, how about this? You imitate a dog barking a few times, and I won't take your supercar."

After he finished speaking, the others present couldn't help but chuckle quietly.

Charlotte clenched her fist tightly in her pocket. If it were her old temper, she would have definitely slapped the person for such humiliation.

But times have changed, and she is no longer the wealthy and influential Ms. Benson she once was.

Genevieve glanced at Charlotte, then turned her attention to Wilbur, casually asking, "What kind of supercar are you driving?"

"That Ferrari," Wilbur pointed to the side, where a cool red supercar was parked.

Genevieve walked over and took a look, her face full of disdain as she said, "This is so trashy."

This car is the best-performing model in the Ferrari supercar series, and it's quite difficult to purchase. Wilbur put in a lot of effort to get his hands on one.

Feeling despised by Genevieve, Wilbur choked for a moment, then sarcastically said, "Yeah, my supercar isn't as expensive as Ms. Benson's Lamborghini, but at least I have taste!"

"I lost the race fair and square, and I won't deny it."

Chapter 1312 The One Being Played Is You

"Who said we're not going to settle the bill? She's just afraid that if she gives you the sports car, no one will take her back," Genevieve said as she took the sports car keys from Charlotte's hand and tossed them to the man.

Wilbur eagerly took the car keys, his eyes shining with excitement.

After the Benson family went bankrupt, all their assets were seized. This Lamborghini was a birthday gift from Jiminy to Charlotte. Since it was registered under the name of the housekeeper who took care of Charlotte, it wasn't taken away.

Charlotte saw Genevieve throw the keys away, feeling a bit reluctant, but she also knew that Genevieve was a smart person.

As Wilbur got into the Lamborghini, he began to think about where he could drive it to show off.

Genevieve walked up at a leisurely pace, leaning against the car door with a beaming smile. "I have an even better supercar. Would you like to see it?"

The man was almost dazzled by her smile, "What kind of supercar?"

Faintly, the crowd heard the unique roar of a supercar. Following the sound, they saw a black supercar cutting through the night, gracefully coming to a stop within their line of sight.

The lines of the supercar are smooth, making it resemble a lurking black panther - fierce and dangerous.

Some experienced players recognized this supercar and rushed out to take a closer look, circling around it non-stop. "Holy crap, it's the Pagani Mamba!"

Wilbur hurriedly came out and his eyes lit up when he saw the supercar.

Pagani is a world-class supercar brand with numerous models in its lineup, but the Mamba is the top of the line.

The Mamba supercar outperforms other supercars in terms of design, performance, and handling by a long shot. However, it is extremely rare, with fewer than ten units produced worldwide.

Many supercar enthusiasts believe that if they could drive a Mamba around in this lifetime, they would have no regrets even in death.

Genevieve watched as Tina's boyfriend took out his phone and struck a pose in front of the sports car, finding it amusing. She walked over and interrupted the man's photo session.

Genevieve said, "Let's play one more game. If I lose, this Mamba is yours."

The man seemed unable to believe it, "D*mn, really?"

"Of course." Genevieve gently stroked the sports car's body and smiled slightly. "I heard you're quite skilled at driving. Since I'm here, I wouldn't be satisfied just leaving without having a friendly competition with you all."

"Which supercar club do you belong to?" Wilbur asked.

Genevieve shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I just love sports cars and occasionally racing with others. I haven't joined any clubs, and besides, with me being like this..."

She seemed to have almost misspoken and quickly pursed her lips shut.

Wilbur understood from Genevieve's words that her racing skills were not that great. Moreover, while chatting with Genevieve, he secretly asked around in various supercar groups. The number of women in the supercar group was already small, and no one had ever heard of someone named Genevieve.

The man glanced at the dream car, knowing that once he had it, his position in the world of supercars would be secure.

He grinned at Genevieve, "All right, then let me join you for some fun."

"Let's not choose another place, we'll race on this road," Genevieve tucked her hair back and smiled faintly, "Two laps to determine the winner. If you win, this supercar is yours..." "You're going to lose, and both your Ferrari and the Lamborghini you won from Charlotte will be mine. Plus, you'll have to apologize to her."

Genevieve pointed at Charlotte and added, "Apologize on your knees."

Upon hearing this, the man's expression changed.

"Let me call someone for help." Genevieve took out her phone to make a call, worriedly mumbling, "Even if I race against you in my Mamba, the chances of winning are still slim."

The man quickly pressed down on Genevieve's phone, discontentedly saying, "You claimed you could compete with me, so how can you go back on your word now?"

Genevieve bit her lip, wanting to say something.

The man was afraid that she wouldn't dare, worrying that the car he was about to get his hands on would slip away. He immediately said, "Let's make this bet. If I lose, I'll give you two cars and kneel down to apologize to her."

Chapter 1313 Break Your Foot

After the man finished speaking, he called a friend over to act as a referee. Genevieve, feeling as if she was being pushed into doing something, had no choice but to agree.

Due to the car race, Genevieve found it inconvenient to wear a coat, so she switched to Charlotte's baseball jacket.

Charlotte cautioned, "Be careful, this road has many bends. If you lose, you lose."

After all, it's just a car. Eventually, it will be worn out and scrapped.

Genevieve zipped up her baseball jersey and gave a faint smile, "Since you asked for my help, I can't lose. Besides, I've never lost in a car race."

Upon hearing this, Charlotte felt a warm sensation in her eyes.

Charlotte had always known that there weren't many true friends in her circle. However, when she really lost her power and influence, not a single friend remained by her side. Many even turned around to step on her when she was down.

The only one who treated her as a friend was probably Genevieve.

At the sound of the referee's whistle, the two supercars shot out like arrows released from their strings.

Someone on the scene had prepared an aerial camera. Although its speed couldn't match that of a supercar, it was able to capture footage of Genevieve and her companion racing down the road.

Everyone gathered around the person holding the tablet, watching from the aerial camera's perspective as two supercars passionately raced through the bends. Because they were driving so fast, all people could see were the afterimages of the supercars.

From the start, Wilbur's Ferrari was way ahead of Genevieve, as he completed the first lap in the lead.

Just when everyone thought Wilbur was sure to win, Genevieve's Mamba shot forward like a cheetah, leaving the Ferrari far behind. After completing two laps, she returned first.

Charlotte also saw Genevieve's brilliant performance from the aerial camera.

After Genevieve got out of the sports car, Charlotte was so excited that she didn't know what to say, "No wonder Evan keeps praising you."

"It's been a long time since I've raced someone, so I'm a bit rusty," Genevieve said, stretching her wrists. "Otherwise, with his skills, he wouldn't have been able to pass me in the first lap." Charlotte hugged her and gave her a kiss, "Yes, yes, Genevieve, you're the best!"

Genevieve had just pushed Charlotte's face away when Tina's boyfriend returned. He slammed the car door and stormed over to Genevieve, his face a mix of green and discomfort. The man roared at Genevieve, "Isn't it your lousy driving skills?"

"When did I say my driving skills were bad?" Genevieve shrugged, casually saying, "I just said I don't really race cars, that's all."

"Are you f***ing kidding me?!" The man's eyes were practically spewing fire.

Genevieve looked at him with a playful smile, “Yeah, if you can tease my friend together with your girlfriend, why can't I do the same with an eye for an eye?"

"You lost, now kneel down and apologize to Lottie," Genevieve reminded him.

"What a load of crap!" Wilbur thought, fuming with anger at being played by Genevieve. He never even considered kneeling down to apologize to Charlotte.

He pulled a face and turned to leave, but Genevieve didn't hesitate to give him a hard kick.

She was tormented by Sally in the training room for a while, her body becoming flexible and agile. With a swift kick, she caused the man to cry out in pain, as he fell to his knees with a thud. Wilbur recalled the moment when Genevieve stepped on his foot and applied a little pressure, asking, "Do you give up?"

The man winced in pain, gritting his teeth and grimacing, as he could only look to his friends for help.

But those people were just freeloading scions who didn't know martial arts or have bodyguards when they raced cars.

Upon seeing Genevieve, it was clear that she was a skilled martial artist. They were afraid that if they rushed toward her, their legs would be broken by her kicks before they could even get close. So, one by one, they shrank back in fear, not daring to move.

The cold wind blew, causing Genevieve to shiver. Impatiently, she said, "I'm giving you ten seconds. If you don't apologize, I'll stomp on your foot!"

Just then, the sound of a police car approached from a distance, and soon a police car stopped by the side of the road.

Chapter 1314 Promised To Kneel And Apologize

Genevieve saw two police officers getting out of their car, their uniforms displaying badge numbers. The woman named Tina approached them and started talking to the officers. It's likely that she's the one who called the police.

Charlotte's face turned blue with anger, and she said resentfully, "How disgusting! They can't accept their loss, so they called the police!"

Genevieve smiled faintly, "What's there to be afraid of? Even if the police come, he'll have to apologize."

As Tina and the two police officers approached, Genevieve had already retracted her foot and stood there leisurely with her arms crossed.

A police officer asked Genevieve, "Your boyfriend's girlfriend reported that you hit her. Is that true?"

"No way, I couldn't possibly beat him," Genevieve said. "We lost a bet, and he said he wanted to apologize to my friend, so he knelt down on his own."

Wilbur scrambled to his feet and exclaimed, "When did I ever make a bet with you?"

Before the competition, Wilbur had secretly placed a bet with Genevieve. Considering that the referee was also on his side, and now even the police had arrived, Wilbur stubbornly refused to admit that they had made a bet.

Genevieve laughed, as if she knew he would pull this trick, and took out her phone to start recording.

The recording is of her conversation with Wilbur when they made a bet.

The man's face changed immediately, and he quickly retorted, "You recorded me without my permission, that's a violation of my privacy rights!"

"I recorded the match to prevent any accidents. How did that invade your privacy?" Genevieve sneered.

When the police officer received the call, he initially thought it was a fight, but upon arrival, it was clear that the man had lost a bet and refused to admit defeat. This was something they couldn't handle. Just as the two police officers were about to leave, a taxi slowly drove up the mountain road.

Upon seeing the handsome man stepping out of the taxi, the police officers instinctively straightened their postures and respectfully greeted him.

"Mr. Faulkner."

Armand gave a slight nod and then walked toward Genevieve. Seeing her wearing only a baseball jersey, he felt a pang of sympathy and took off his jacket to drape it over her shoulders.

Genevieve tugged at her coat, feeling warmth in her heart, "Didn't I tell you to just send someone over casually?"

"It's too cold outside, let me give you a ride home. Have you finished your errands?"

"Nope." Genevieve lifted her chin toward Wilbur, "This guy raced me and lost. He couldn't accept the loss, and to make matters worse, his girlfriend called the police, claiming I hit him. It's just ridiculous." "Is there any evidence?" Armand asked.

"I recorded it, and they also have videos of the competition in their aerial camera."

Seeing that Genevieve was ready, Armand turned to Wilbur, his gaze calm yet incredibly intimidating. "Since you've lost, you should accept the consequences gracefully. Making a scene won't do anyone any good."

The intimidating aura of the man-made Wilbur's scalp tingle.

He never would have imagined that Genevieve had such a deep connection with the newly-appointed mayor.

"All right, I admit defeat. The cars are yours." The man handed over the keys to both the Ferrari and Lamborghini to Genevieve.

Genevieve took the car keys and said calmly, "Apologizing?"

As the man approached Charlotte and was about to speak, Genevieve casually said, "If you agreed to kneel and apologize, then kneel."

Tina said indignantly, "You're really taking advantage of having a husband who's an official, aren't you? It's too much!"

"He said it himself, if he loses, he'll kneel and apologize. I didn't force him," Genevieve said disdainfully. "My man is just here to pick me up, he doesn't have time to deal with you all." Genevieve said, "If you really care, you can even kneel down and apologize to him."

Tina was so angry that her face turned blue.

In the end, Wilbur could only humbly kneel before Charlotte, apologizing for having shamed her.

Chapter 1315 Cannot Afford

After waiting for his apology, Genevieve turned to the two remaining police officers and said, "I remember there's a speed limit on this road, right? We must have exceeded the allowed speed by at least thirty percent."

A police officer nodded and instinctively said, "Thirty percent over the speed limit, that's a six-point deduction."

"Here you go." Genevieve handed over her driver's license.

Upon seeing her actions, the police officer immediately understood. After deducting points from her, he noticed several supercars around and proceeded to ask for their driver's licenses to deduct points, regardless of whether they had been speeding or not.

That group of Scion street racers had never been treated like this before, and they were furious. However, they didn't dare to say a word.

D*mn! When this woman gets ruthless, she doesn't even spare herself.

The police officers and the group of Scions soon left, and it was then that Genevieve turned to Armand and said, "I thought you came to scold me."

Armand asked with a smile, "Why would I scold you?"

"Racing cars is so dangerous! If you don't handle the curves well, you might fall off and end up with a wrecked car and lost lives."

Armand chuckled, "I know about your driving skills. Besides, you've already done what you wanted to do, and you wouldn't listen even if I scolded you. So, just have fun however you like." Upon hearing the man's words, Genevieve couldn't help but hug him and give him a kiss.

After hanging out with Armand, she suddenly remembered what she came for and handed Mamba's car keys to him.

"Drive the car back, this is the one my brother gave to his wife."

This car just arrived today; she had it brought over to lure that man into her trap.

When opening it, they were extremely careful, afraid of scratching it.

"After we're done chatting, I'll come pick you up." Armand fixed Genevieve's clothes for her, and then drove away in that eye-catching supercar.

After a long silence, Charlotte asked, "Did I interrupt your lovey-dovey moment?"

"If I thought you were a bother, I wouldn't have come," Genevieve laughed, tossing the Ferrari keys to her, while she herself drove her Lamborghini.

Upon entering the private room in No Man's Land.

Charlotte hugged Genevieve's shoulders excitedly and said, "Genevieve, your move just now totally blew me away! You know how great it felt when that guy knelt down and apologized to me?" The waiter brought over a few cocktails, and Charlotte picked one up to bring it to Genevieve's lips.

"Don't be like that, it's disgusting." Genevieve took a sip of the cocktail from her hand and then asked, "If you're being bullied, why don't you go to Jerry?"

Charlotte's face turned slightly pale, and she leaned back into the sofa, "Why should I look for him?"

"Isn't he your boyfriend?"

"When I was supporting him financially, yes, but not anymore," Charlotte took a big sip of her cocktail and muttered, "He was my kept man, but I couldn't afford it once I ran out of money." Genevieve suddenly fell silent.

She learned from Armand that the Benson family's bankruptcy was related to the Gaudette family, and it seemed that Beatrix was the one behind it.

Although the Pann family originally had no involvement in political affairs, Jerry went out of his way to help Cooper rescue Gerald and Robert. He used many connections in an attempt to bring down the Gaudette family and avenge the Benson family.

Jerry never revealed his identity to Charlotte, so naturally, Genevieve couldn't say anything either. Besides, she had heard from Cooper that the Gaudette family had used Jerry's uncle to kill Jiminy. Thinking about this complicated matter, Genevieve rubbed her forehead, "Jerry really likes you."

"Of course he likes me, who wouldn't when I'm so wealthy?" Charlotte said in a muffled voice. "He won't find another boss as generous and beautiful as me, giving him whatever he wants." Charlotte felt terrible as she looked at Genevieve with teary eyes, "Genevieve, I'm bankrupt."

"I know." Genevieve looked at her, feeling both pity and amusement. "Jerry, as a celebrity, has at least millions in savings, if not hundreds of millions. There's no shame in spending your boyfriend's money."

Chapter 1316 Having Many Ex Boyfriends

"That won't do," Charlotte sniffed.

"Let's not even mention that we broke up a long time ago. Back then, I was the one supporting him financially. If I take his money now, wouldn't that be the same as him supporting me? My self-esteem won't allow me to stoop so low."

"Genevieve, do you think I'm really useless?" Charlotte asked her. "Timothy got me a job at Forlisle Group, but I can't even do admin work properly. They're all gossiping about me behind my back. And the salary is so low. I work twenty-four days a month, and I only make ten thousand."

As she spoke, she suddenly hugged Genevieve and burst into tears, "Even the cheapest dress I used to buy would cost more than thirty thousand."

"You can ask Timothy for money if you want to buy clothes," Genevieve said, aware that Jeremiah and Jiminy had a close relationship, and Jeremiah practically considered Charlotte as his goddaughter. Charlotte shook her head and said quietly, "After the incident in my family, Timothy has helped me a lot. He even got my brother and sister jobs at Forlisle Medical. I owe him so much already; I can't spend any more of his money."

"If only he were single, I'd simply marry him, so he could handle things with peace of mind. But he's already married to Johanna."

Charlotte may not have a head for business and loves to have fun, but she still remembers what her father taught her: when it comes to anyone other than family, it's hard to repay a favor once you owe it. So her father always taught her that if the family has money, try to solve problems with money whenever possible, and avoid owing others any favors.

Genevieve took out two tissues and wiped her tears. "In a big corporation like yours, an admin position pays at least ten thousand, while in other companies, it's only around five to six thousand."

It would have been better if she hadn't said anything, but once she started talking, Charlotte couldn't help but cry again. "I grew up surrounded by wealth. My dad would even have some of the food I ate flown in. Later on, I received a monthly allowance of one to two million, and every time I tipped Jerry, it started at two hundred thousand..."

Thankfully, after the Benson family went bankrupt, Jeremiah was there to help her. They lived in the mansion quarter, with a private chef preparing three meals a day. Their living standards didn't decline much. If she had to share a condominium with someone and eat takeout every day, she would definitely lose it.

Charlotte's tears soaked the tissue paper completely. "If only I had opened a bank account abroad earlier and saved a few million, I wouldn't be going through such pain now."

Genevieve handed her another tissue and asked, "Didn't your dad send you abroad to study? What did you learn?”

"Interior design," Charlotte said sheepishly. "But I don't know anything about it. My dad donated two hundred million to that school, and I even had someone else write my graduation thesis for me." "Wow, your dad must be really rich then," Genevieve said with a twitch of her lips.

She asked Charlotte if she had any other impressive skills, to which Charlotte replied, "I've had many boyfriends, I'm great at eating, and I'm great at traveling. Do these count?"

Genevieve couldn't help but ask, "You can't possibly have been playing around your whole life, can you?"

Charlotte nodded sincerely, "My brother and sister give me pocket money every now and then, and when they go abroad for work, they also help me buy jewelry and bags."

Benson Corporation was built from the ground up by Jiminy, rather than being a family business. Charlotte and her siblings were all born to the same mother, and Jiminy treated his sons and daughters equally, spoiling them all.

Thus, the Benson family did not have any internal strife among the wealthy, and Charlotte was raised with love and care by her parents and siblings.

Since Charlotte didn't know how to do anything, and Jiminy had a good relationship with Jeremiah, he knew the Jensen family inside and out. That's why he always wanted to set Charlotte up with Timothy. Seeing Genevieve pursing her lips in silence, Charlotte whispered softly, "I know I'm useless, but who could have known..."

Who would have known that the Benson family would go bankrupt, and she would lose her father.

Chapter 1317 Give Me Some Money

Charlotte thought about how she had been pampered by her family since childhood, and then recalled the various experiences she went through after going bankrupt. In her last job, she had to tread carefully and constantly watch other people's expressions while working.

She covered her eyes with a tissue and began to cry loudly, drinking alcohol between sobs.

Charlotte rang the bell to call the waiter in, asking him to bring a few glasses of brandy with ice. Genevieve knew she was falling apart at the moment, but didn't say anything, just quietly accompanied her in drinking.

Genevieve couldn't handle strong alcohol; just one drink made her head spin. Struggling, she managed to take out her phone and called Armand, asking him to come pick her up.

After downing a few glasses of brandy, Charlotte too was drunk, slumped over the marble table.

She rested her chin on the back of her hand, poking the decorative potted plant on the table with her other hand, mumbling, "Are you a money tree or not? If you are, then give me some money..." "Dad, your daughter is so poor, she hasn't bought new clothes in such a long time..."

Seeing Genevieve so drunk, it was hard not to laugh and cry at the same time. Worried about the cold floor, she was just about to go over and help her up when the door to the private room was pushed open. In the softly lit private room, Armand immediately spotted Genevieve sitting on the sofa and Charlotte on the floor.

Seeing that Genevieve wasn't drunk, his face looked slightly better. He walked over, picked up Genevieve's coat from the sofa and placed it on his arm, then extended his hand to her.

Genevieve helped Charlotte up from the ground, "Let's get her home first."

Someone sent it to her.

As soon as Armand finished speaking, another tall figure entered the private room.

Due to the crowded bar, the man was afraid of being recognized, so he wore a woolen hat and a mask, revealing only a pair of deep, captivating eyes. His figure was exceptionally outstanding. Jerry came over and took Charlotte from Genevieve's hands.

Charlotte was tipsy, but she still remembered the pleasant scent of Jerry. As he carried her in his arms, she instinctively hooked her hand around his neck and nuzzled against him. "Thank you for your hard work," Jerry nodded to Genevieve, and quickly left with Charlotte in his arms.

Genevieve watched the two of them leave the private room.

Noticing what Genevieve was looking at, Armand's expression turned somewhat dangerous. He simply pinched her chin and turned her face toward him.

"Don't look at other men; I get jealous."

Genevieve burst out laughing, "I wasn't looking at him, I just noticed that Charlotte wasn't wearing her shoes."

She wanted to call out to Jerry, but he walked away too quickly.

Upon seeing the boots under the table, Armand's furrowed brow finally relaxed. He called the waiter over and asked him to take care of the boots, and to call Charlotte tomorrow. Genevieve clung to his arm as they left the bar. As the cool breeze blew, the warmth on her face subsided considerably.

"Mando, let's take a walk," Genevieve didn't feel like taking a car and wanted to walk to sober up a bit. Armand obliged, wrapping his arm around her to shield her from the wind. The two of them walked along the bar street, heading in the direction of home.

On the other side, Jerry carried Charlotte and headed straight for the back door of the bar. Outside, a minivan was parked, and Joash was standing by the car, playing with his phone.

Upon seeing Jerry come out, he quickly opened the rear door of the minivan. After the two of them got in, he closed the door again.

As Joash started driving, Jerry held Charlotte in his arms with one hand and rummaged through the glove compartment with the other. He found some sobering pills, tore open a packet, and poured them into a bottle of mineral water.

He held the mouth of the mineral water bottle to Charlotte's lips, but she shook her head, refusing to drink.

As the light in the backseat was on, Charlotte could vaguely see the man's face, and her eyes instantly turned red.

"Wuu wuu, Jerry..."

"I'm here," Jerry said. "Drink some water, or else you'll feel uncomfortable and won't be able to sleep later."

"I feel so terrible right now." Charlotte held his face, sobbing as she spoke, "Jerry, I'm bankrupt. I can't afford to support you anymore. What should we do?"

"I'm so broke, I can't casually give you hundreds of thousands in tips anymore."

Chapter 1318 Use This Money

Joash, in the driver's seat, was concentrating on driving when he heard Charlotte's words, causing his pupils to dilate in surprise.

Ever since Bruce's death, he had been following Jerry and was aware of the deep relationship between Jerry and Charlotte. But was it really appropriate for him, an assistant, to have heard all this?

Joash thought to himself: With Jerry's status, getting hundreds of thousands in tips for accompanying wealthy women seems pretty normal, right?

Joash sneakily glanced at the rearview mirror, only to meet Jerry's icy cold gaze.

He quickly pressed the button, allowing the partition to separate the front and rear seats.

Seeing Charlotte being uncooperative, Jerry simply took a sip of mineral water and fed it to her with his mouth.

Charlotte was forced to drink several mouthfuls of mineral water mixed with sobering pills, which significantly alleviated the discomfort in her stomach.

Jerry kissed the moisture from the corner of her lips, then gently pried them open to engage in a deep, passionate kiss.

After the kiss, Charlotte's eyes welled up with involuntary tears due to her shallow breathing, causing her eyelashes to become damp and moist.

She looked at Jerry for a while, then buried her head in the crook of his neck, tightly hugging him. Soon, a helpless voice came out, "I don't have a father anymore..."

Jerry's eyes darkened, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he gently stroked her back with his hand.

Genevieve had been walking for just ten minutes when she grew tired. She waited for the driver to bring the car around, and then rode back to Swallow Garden with Armand.

It was almost dawn, and the housekeepers were all asleep.

Genevieve thought about the conversation she had with Charlotte while drinking in the private room, and how she used to manage the company for Armand, but never made a considerable income.

After taking a bath and getting into bed, she looked serious and said to Armand, "I want to earn two billion in three years."

Armand glanced back at her, then continued rummaging through the dressing table. He found a box of sleeping masks, picked it up, and twisted it open.

Armand asked her, "How do we make money?"

Genevieve scooped up a dollop of facial mask and, looking into the mirror Armand was holding, spread it evenly across her face. As she did so, she replied, "In a few days, I'll start working at Genevieve Orsi Productions. I'll plan out what I want to accomplish in the next three years and cultivate some best actors and actresses for the company."

"Genevieve Orsi has a solid foundation and is part of Specter Corporation. I believe that earning two billion in three years shouldn't be a difficult task. I have confidence in myself."

Genevieve had previously worked at Genevieve Orsi Productions, so she was familiar with the company's workflow. Moreover, she had access to a wealth of resources in the film and television industry, making it easy for her to get back into the swing of things.

Seeing her enthusiasm and eagerness to make a big impact, Armand said, "Go ahead and do it if you enjoy it."

Genevieve raised her eyebrows playfully and said, "How about this? In three years, I'll use the money I've earned to plan a wedding for us and fund our honeymoon abroad. What do you think?"

"I think it's pretty good," Armand chuckled softly, using his finger to wipe away the mud on the corner of her lips.

The next morning, Genevieve spent three and a half hours training in the training room. At two in the afternoon, she drove to Leila's tailor shop.

As Genevieve approached the entrance of the tailor shop, she could faintly hear voices coming from inside. She pushed the door open and entered, finding not only Leila but also another woman in the room. The woman was around thirty years old, dressed in a coat and boots, exuding an air of complete competence.

The woman didn't notice Genevieve entering the room and spoke kindly to Xenia, "Leila, as long as you're willing to make this traditional gown, you can name your price."

"I said I don't have time, and I mean it." Leila's face was cold and her tone was quite impolite. "I opened this tailor shop to pass the time, and I don't even necessarily do business with acquaintances. You come in here asking me to make clothes for you; who do you think you are?"

The woman's face turned pale, yet she couldn't refute it.

At this moment, Xenia saw Genevieve, and the displeasure on her face faded a bit, her tone becoming much gentler.

"Has Ms. Rachford arrived?"

"All right." Genevieve walked in with a faint smile, "If you have guests, please attend to them first. I'm not in a hurry."

Xenia gestured dismissively, "What kind of guest is that? A complete stranger, I don't even know them."

After she finished speaking, she went to the resting area to make tea.

And the woman didn't rush to leave either. She glanced at Genevieve and then approached her, "Ms. Rachford, are you close with Leila?"

Chapter 1319 Traditional Gown Master

Genevieve didn't want to pay attention at first, but when she saw that the other person knew her last name, she couldn't help but turn her head to take a glance at her. The woman quickly handed over her business card.

"I am Sienna from 'Ingenuity Entertainment'."

Genevieve hadn't been paying attention to the entertainment industry for quite some time, and after being unconscious for a while, she was aware of Ingenuity Entertainment but didn't know about Sienna, the agent.

After all, the entertainment industry changes every year. A celebrity who was popular last year might sink into oblivion like a stone in the ocean this year.

"Ah, hello," Genevieve said as she took the other person's business card.

She had just set her goal yesterday: in a short while, she would head to Genevieve Orsi Productions to showcase her skills and work hard. She needed to get a clear understanding of the current industry situation.

Taking advantage of Leila's busy moment, Genevieve chatted a bit more with Sienna.

Genevieve opened her phone to search for news about Ingenuity Entertainment and quickly discovered that Sienna, the agent, was not famous. However, one of her clients had become very popular in the past two years. Last year, on Valentine's Day, a movie was released featuring this client alongside Jerry.

Eighty percent of Ingenuity Entertainment's achievements in the past two years were created by her alone.

However, earlier this year, the female artist found herself embroiled in a scandal involving having a child with a certain tycoon. The company failed to handle the public relations well, causing the artist's image to plummet significantly.

Once, the top-tier film and television resources, as well as the luxury resources, that had been in her hands were all replaced by others.

In December, there was a star-studded charity dinner. However, due to the scandal surrounding a female artist, not only luxury brands, but other brands as well, were unwilling to lend her a dress for the event. In order to make a comeback at the charity dinner, the female artist went to great lengths to find out the address of the traditional gown master from a friend.

She couldn't go out due to weight gain caused by medication hormones, so she asked her agent to find a traditional gown master to make a traditional gown for her, regardless of the cost. Genevieve looked through the works of this female artist. Excluding the supporting roles she played after her debut, she starred in a TV show with a high rating of nine points and won the Best Supporting Actress award that year. She also starred in two movies, one with a box office of one billion and the other with one and a half billion. Although she didn't win any awards, her acting skills were quite exquisite. Genevieve suddenly thought of something and glanced at Xenia, who was making coffee. She quietly asked Sienna, "Is Leila very famous?"

Sienna was astonished, "You didn't know? Then how did you meet Leila?"

"Introduced by an acquaintance."

Sienna and Genevieve said, "When it comes to the craftsmanship of traditional gowns, no one can compare to Leila. She's truly deserving of the title 'Traditional Gown Master' in the industry. Do you remember the traditional gown Wendy wore to the Vertsilver Film Festival five years ago? That gown single-handedly opened up the international market for Wendy."

After Wendy's participation in the Vertsilver Film Festival was reported, the news spread both domestically and internationally.

Many female celebrities and even wealthy socialites have inquired about the person who made her traditional gown. They are willing to spend a fortune to have Xenia create a traditional gown for them. However, Xenia is quite proud and only takes orders from acquaintances. Moreover, whether she accepts an order or not depends on her mood.

Even if she has a bad temper, even if she only makes two traditional gowns a year.

When the wealthy ladies or celebrities wear the traditional gowns she made to attend banquets and cocktail parties, it will undoubtedly cause a huge sensation.

Sienna sighed, "Last year, Leila made a traditional gown for Queen Yartran, and it's said that the queen adores that gown so much that she loves wearing it to attend parties..."

"It's a pity that no one got a spot for Leila's traditional gown this year."

In order to find Xenia a traditional gown, the female artist used all her savings. She hoped that this traditional gown would help her make a comeback at the charity dinner. But the person who made the traditional gown was Xenia, and she didn't want any money, so Sienna had no choice.

Genevieve recalled asking Leila to make a traditional gown for her, and how Leila had promptly agreed. She then looked at Sienna's worried face and remained silent. Genevieve rubbed her phone and suddenly asked, "Is Yvonne's contract with Ingenuity Entertainment expiring in January next year?"

Chapter 1320 Less Than Three Years

Sienna paused for a moment, then nodded, "That's right. Yvonne has no plans to renew her contract with the company, so they didn't continue to help her clean up her scandal."

Since Yvonne was the first artist Sienna brought to Ingenuity Entertainment after becoming an agent, Yvonne made hundreds of millions for the company in the first two years. This allowed Sienna to make a fortune, buying houses and cars in Jadeborough. Sienna usually took good care of Yvonne, but she was still just an employee.

Yvonne's contract was about to expire, and she didn't want to renew it. The company also didn't want to spend any more money on her, so they were just waiting for the contract to end to let her go. Sienna couldn't do anything about it.

She could only do her best to help Yvonne before her contract expired.

"Genevieve Orsi Productions wants to sign Yvonne," Genevieve said candidly, without trying to hide anything from Sienna.

"I don't want to wait for Yvonne's contract to expire; it would be best if she could terminate her contract with Ingenuity Entertainment this month. After she signs with Genevieve Orsi, I'll handle any scandals on my end. I'll also make sure she attends the celebrity charity dinner in December with style and grace."

Genevieve aims to make a net profit of two billion for the company within three years. Relying on signing a large number of artists won't work; they need someone like Yvonne, who is not only beautiful but also talented in acting.

Once Yvonne's movie becomes a hit, she might achieve her goal in less than three years.

"Huh?" Sienna didn't react immediately.

She knew that Genevieve Orsi Productions was a subsidiary of Specter Corporation, and Genevieve used to be the boss of Genevieve Orsi.

It seems like Genevieve hasn't been managing the company for quite some time now.

Genevieve seemed to know what Sienna was thinking and said with a light smile, "I've been busy lately, so I left the company in the hands of my subordinates. I'll be going back to work in a while." Sienna frowned, hesitating, "Terminating the contract early might be a bit difficult..."

Although Yvonne was entangled in scandals, Ingenuity Entertainment didn't give her a chance to deal with them and wanted to sideline her until her contract ended. However, her acting skills were excellent, so half a year ago, entertainment companies started to approach Yvonne.

Some companies wanted Yvonne to terminate her contract with Ingenuity Entertainment sooner, but the penalty fee demanded by Ingenuity Entertainment was too high for them to afford. Genevieve laughed and didn't take Sienna's concerns to heart. "Just pass my message to Yvonne. As long as she's willing to terminate the contract now, I'll help her turn things around." Genevieve knows that if she can't come up with a good idea herself, she can always ask her brother or her husband for help.

They could come up with any solution, and it would be enough for her.

Genevieve glanced at Sienna and said, "If you want to leave Ingenuity Entertainment too, I can help you terminate your contract."

She thinks Sienna is quite good. If they manage to sign Yvonne, it would be better to have Sienna as her agent instead of someone unfamiliar with the company.

Yvonne was able to bring in hundreds of millions in net profit for Ingenuity Entertainment, and this success wouldn't have been possible without the help of her agent, Sienna.

Sienna had also planned to leave when her contract expired, but now Genevieve was offering her an opportunity. If Sienna could help improve Genevieve Orsi's performance, she would be rewarded with company shares. This undoubtedly made Sienna very tempted.

However, Sienna didn't rush to agree. She needed to go back and relay Genevieve's message to Yvonne first.

Genevieve also said there's no rush, giving them time to think it over.

After Sienna left, Xenia had already poured coffee for Genevieve. She said, "You're quite impressive, managing to close a deal during your visit here."

Genevieve and Sienna were having a conversation not far from the resting area, so Xenia could hear everything.

"Thanks to you," Genevieve sat down across from the person and smiled gently, "If she hadn't come to find you, I wouldn't have met her, let alone talk about business."

Xenia didn't speak again, taking a sip of her black coffee.

Genevieve glanced at Leila, who, despite her white hair, had hardly any wrinkles around her eyes. Wearing a traditional gown, she exuded a gentle and charming demeanor.

She guessed that Xenia was not even fifty years old, and wondered if her white hair was dyed or not.

As Genevieve was speculating, Xenia casually said while leaning on the wooden armchair, "There's only one spot for a traditional gown this year. Since I'm helping you with your traditional gown, I won't be taking any more orders."

So even if Yvonne really agrees to sign with Genevieve Orsi, Xenia still won't prepare a traditional gown for her.