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Chapter 421

Should Not Be Asking Sylvie, too, had noticed that the bigwigs were staring at her. Her eyes glinted, but she retained her composure.

Having been in the entertainment industryfor as long as she did, she was one who had learned how to manage her own emotions well. Genevieve was feeling a little hot, and her cheeks were flushed from performing on stage for some time.

Picking up the flask from the revolving tray, she went on to pour herself a glass of waterand started chatting with Jan beside her. Shortly into their conversation, Jan could not help but ask, "Aren't you going to say hello to Mr.

Faulkner?" Then, he pointed to her right. As though she had just noticed his presence, Genevieve said apologetically, "I was busy drinking and didn't notice that you were there." "It's been a while, Mr. Faulkner." When she extended her hand, the jasmine bracelet around her wrist got dislodged, and she quickly bent down to retrieve it.

As she did so, a fewlocks of her raven black hair brushed against the man's suit pants. Armand was able to feel the mildly ticklish sensation that resulted when her hair swept over the fabric that lay atop his thigh. Then his leg twitched.

It felt as though he had stepped on something. Pulling aside the pristine white tablecloth, he reached toward thefloor to pick up the bracelet, which he then passed along to Genevieve. "Thank you." Genevieve received the floral accessory from him and redonned it. That bracelet had been personally placed around their wrists by representatives of the charitable foundation at the doors.

She still needed to keep it on as there would be a group photo-taking session afterward.

"You're welcome." Armand'sdemeanor was passive, and his tone lukewarm with a degree of politeness. It was as though they were previously unacquainted. His words were met with a shrug from Genevieve. She then looked past the man toward Sylvie.

"What a lovely coincidence that you're here too, Ms.Clasen.

I saw that you have another movie that is going to be released soon."

"A real coincidence indeed." Sylvienodded, smilingly. Over the past four years, Sylvie was able to tap on Armand's vast networks to produce one film each year, all of which were helmed by famous directors, and with each and every production, clinching quite a few awards for themselves. To date, she had snagged two best actress awards and generated more income from the movies than she could ever hope to spend, so unlike other celebrities, she no longer needed to tire herself out by taking on endorsement deals. "I'd definitely attend the premiere and show my support if I'm able to," Genevieve said. "Then thank you in advance, Ms.

Rachford." Taking a sip of water, Sylvie then asked, "Did you return here on your own?"

Genevieve leaned back into the chair and smiled subtly.

"I should be back here, seeing that this is my hometown, after all.

Why would I need an entourage following me about? Perhaps you've already grown accustomed to having your makeup artist andassistant around, being a star and all, but personally, I prefer having my own freedom." Sylvie's expression stiffened for a moment.

Then, she smiled faintly and said no more. The rest seated at the table were all men who were relatively more klutzy in comparison.

As such, they thought that the two ladies were merely chatting, unable to tell that the pair were tradingbarbs between the lines. One by one, the dishes were served, and Genevieve continued to engage Sylvie while she ate.

"I've often come across articles written about you.

According to them, women around Mr.Faulkner come and go, but only you have been a constant at his side.

Is what they say true? That you've been married to each other for a while already?"

Had Armand been absent, Sylvie might be more open tospeaking, but given the extenuating circumstances, she merely cast a glance his way and held her silence. "What's wrong? Is this a question I shouldn't be asking?" Genevieve looked at Armand with her brows raised. Jan, who had called on Genevieve to join them earlier, interjected in good humor, "They're not.

How could I not have known if Mr.Faulkner was married?"

"Not yet?" Genevieve sounded quite surprised.

"Then, what about kids?"

Jan took a peek at Armand.

"None...

I suppose." In truth, they did not know the answer to that either.

Even paupers desire to produce their own progeny, so that went without saying for a tycoon like Armand, whohad a hundred billion worth of assets to his name. If he were to have no heir, the massive fortune of the Faulkner family would wind up in the hands of others. However, Armand was already thirty-seven that year.

Never mind children, in spite of Sylvie having been by his side for as long as she did, he didnot seem to regard her as anything more than a female companion or someone he had any intention of marrying.

Chapter 422

The Seafood Allergies Raising the glass to shield her own curled-up lips, Genevieve desisted with her own nosiness. Soon after, the server brought up a plate ofcrab. From the looks of it, Genevieve adjudged that it must be rather delectable.

Yet, she demonstrated no intent to tuck into it. Incidentally, Jan noticed that.

He took it upon himself to say, "Would you like me to deshell it for you, Ms. Rachford?"

"No, it's fine." Genevieve shook her head smilingly.

"That sort of stuff will only be enjoyable when it's done by one's own beloved."

Eyeing the crab on the plate, Sylvie became tempted to provea point to Genevieve.

She leaned close to Armand and said, "I'd like to try the crab, Mr.Faulkner, but my nails are too long.

Would you be so kind as to help deshell one for me?"

In the last four years, it had been common knowledgewithin the business circuit that not only did Armand have Sylvie brought along for events of all sorts, but he would also be very obliging toward her every whim. Word had it that Armand had once splurged eight hundred million for a diamond necklace the minute it caught Sylvie's eye at an auction. As such, how could he possibly refuse to help her with something trivial as the deshelling of a crab? "Sure." Expectedly, Armand did not turn her down. The man was about to gather up a crab from the plate when he paused and gently said, "You're allergic to seafood. Remember the last time when you almost went into shock from having that chowder?"

Astonished, Sylvie wanted to point out that she had no such allergies, but the sternness in Armand's eyes sent a chill down her spine, prompting her to bottle up whatever she intended to say. "Oh, are you allergic to seafood?" One of the directors kept looking at Sylvie before he spoke hesitantly, "I saw that you've nearly finished your bisque, Ms.Clasen...

Are you going to be all right?" Exhibiting great thoughtfulness toward Sylvie, Armand immediately summoned the server andasked him to purchase some medication for seafood allergies. None of that eluded Genevieve.

She set her glass down on the table heavily, and there was a rather sullen expression on her face.

There were dance performances on the stage while everyone dined.

The ceremonialusherette had the items for the first round of the auction brought on stage when the performances ended, after which the compere would proceed to introduce them. The bigwigs were mostly at that banquet to raise their own profile and were not really all that interested in the wares that had been made available for bidding. As soon as the auction began, everyone started to raise their bidder cards.

Predictably, the prices kept climbing because all the money would ultimately go to a charitable cause.

Very quickly, the violin that Genevieve had performed with previouslyalso became available. Competition for that violin was fierce, but in the end, Jan, who shared the same table as Genevieve, won it at a price of twenty million. The masses turned toward that table in astonishment. That bigwig is wild! Doesn't he know that Genevieve is Armand's ex-wife? To think that he'd sit at the same table as Armand himself and acquire the violin that was used by his former spouse at that sort of price point! It got everyone wondering whether he was really splashing out all that dough for the sake of charity. Paying no heed to the curious looks others were giving them, Genevieve regarded Jan warmly.

"Thank you, Mr.Wasco, for your kind contributions to charity." Jan seemed to have wanted to say something, but in the end, he decided against it and merely nodded in acknowledgment. Armandwas also quite generous himself.

As a joint organizing partner for the foundation this time round, he had spent some forty million to acquire an emerald.

At the conclusion of the auction, thecompere thanked the attendees, bringing the event to a close. The guests were then ushered by the staff to take to the stage for a group photography session. When the turn came for those at Genevieve's table to go forward, Genevieve accidentally knocked over a saucer of seasoning, spilling its contents onto her white dress.

It left a very visible stain on it, prompting her to head to the lounge to getchanged up in a hurry. While Jan was making his way to the stage alongside Genevieve, he could not refrain from asking, "May I have a few minutes to speak with you after the photo-taking, Ms. Rachford?" "Sure," Genevieve smiled and assented, as she had already noticed Jan wanting to do so at the table just now. Initially, Genevievewanted to stand at the side after she ascended the stage.

After following the crew's lead, though, she found herself positioned just a little to the right of the center, with Armand standing directly to her left.

There was a subtle scentof cigar emanating off his body which smelled very pleasant and soothing. The man himself, though, seemed oblivious to whoever was beside him.

He appeared assured and affable while he posed with a hand gesture representing the charitable cause for the cameras.

Chapter 423

His Kisses Came Fast And Furious After she was done with the photography session, Genevievewent off to the lounge and waited quietly at the side. Less than two minutes later, Jan came over to her. "I've bought that violin for my daughter, who is also fond of the instrument," said Jan to Genevieve.

"That being said, I was wondering if you would be willing to become my daughter's music teacher?"

"I'm not a professional violinist, Mr.Wasco." Not expecting that he meant to put forward such a request of her, Genevieve shook her head and declined, "With your reputation, you could practically hire anyinternationally renowned music teacher you want." Jan smiled bitterly.

"I did try that before, but the teacher gave up after two days, refusing to do it again for any amount of money."

"Is your daughtervery mischievous?" Genevieve asked. "No." Jan fell silent briefly and then sighed, "My daughter is severely autistic." That daughter of his was an only child and one whom he had begotten late in his life.

He had not planned for his wife to conceive again owing to her poor constitution, and it came even less expectedly to him that the girl wasafflicted with such a condition. Seeing how fond his daughter was of the violin, Jan sought to find her a music teacher to instruct her in the proper use of the instrument.

Unfortunately, she kept driving her teachers crazy, time and again. Being a mother herself, Genevieve understood how dear children were in the eyes of their ownparents, so she asked Jan for a name card. "I'll contact you when I'm available, but no promises whether or not your daughter would drive me away."

Jan's lips broke into a widesmile.

"Thank you for this." By the time they were done talking, Genevieve realized that there were not that many guests left inside the banquet hall.

Seeing thatArmand and Sylvie were not around, she assumed that they had already left. While Genevieve walked, she griped quietly to herself about how Armand got through the entire evening without looking at her once. Boy, was he quick to slip away with his lover the minute the banquet ended! While waiting for the elevator, Genevieve ran into two girls who were in the uniforms of the hotel's waitresses. A peculiar look washed over their faces when they saw her.

Both followed her into the elevator, and whenthe door closed, one of them told Genevieve, "While I was downstairs, I overheard Mr.Faulkner confirm with his secretary that he'll be staying over at this hotel tonight.

Suite 8888.

Everything has been prepared, so are we to proceed in accordance with your plan?"

Unable to make any sense of that, Genevieve turned to ask one of them. In response, that waitress fished out a bottle from her pocket and sprayed its content in Genevieve's face, and soon after, Genevieve saw the room spin around her... After he was done sorting out his affairs, Armand dragged his weary body back to the room that he had booked.

After he swiped his card and entered the doorway, the lights in the living room automatically lit up by themselves.

While pulling off histie and making his way into the bedroom, he discovered that someone was lying on her side on the large and cushy bed. In these recent years, his counterparts from the corporate world had often seen him cavorting in the company of women.

Hence, every once in a while, there would be some amongst them who would get funny ideas and start sending womenstraight to his bed. Sylvie, too, might be even more creative than they ever were in that regard. Armand's expression darkened, and he wanted to turn around.

That was until he spied that the woman in the bed was wearing a black dress. Beneath the hem of her dress, a pair of fair, slender legs were left exposed.

The slightly curled-up toes on them were exquisite and so very alluring... The man stood there quietly and briefly.

Then, he reached for the switch on the wall to turn the light off.

As soon as the entire room darkened, the light from beyond the floor-to-ceilingwindow came flooding in, partially illuminating the room and that marvelous body that lay on the bed. Armand walked over to the bed and removed the bindings covering the woman's eyes. Genevieve's head still felt woozy. Forcibly taken to that room by the two waitresses, she was cuffed around the wrists and bounded around the eyes before being left on the bed.

She had positively no idea how long she had been lying there.

Lifting her head to survey her surroundings, she found the room unlitand extremely dark, so much so that she was not able to make out the man's features. She could only work out who the man was by the subtle fragrance of cigars that she was able to pick up on him. With great difficulty, Genevieve sat up from the bed.

She only discovered that her mouth had been gagged when she wanted to talk to him.

Propping up Genevieve's chin with his fingers, Armand reeled her in andsaid gently, "Switching up your approach again today?" Genevieve was taken aback as soon as she realized that he had mistaken her for Sylvie.

She became so upset that she quivered all over and let out two muffled grunts to try to get the man to remove her gag.

Reaching around to theback of Genevieve's head, Armand undid the lacy strap.

Genevieve took the opportunity to spit out the gag and try to say something, only to havethe man lean in with a kiss and pin her down onto the mattress. His kisses came fast and furious, snuffing out any openings she might have had.

He was not gentle in any way imaginable and, in compelling her to reciprocate, left her without time to even catch her own breath.

In the darkness, she could hearthe sound of fabric ripping.

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Chapter 425 Scumbag "Good morning, everyone." Conversely, it was Genevieve herself who greeted the employees she encountered while she madea beeline toward the front desk. "Has Mr.

Sutton come in yet?" she asked the receptionist.

"He has.

As it's Monday, he should be in a meeting." The long-serving staff who manned the front desk at SpecterCorporation was able to recognize Genevieve the moment she heard her speak and thus handed the executive pass to the latter. After Genevieve left, the two receptionists huddled together to gossip.

"It really is Ms.

Rachford.

She looks even more stunning than she did four years ago.

Her skin is so fair!" "This means the one standing beside Mr.

Faulkner at that charity event last night must have been Ms.

Rachford herself." Although Spring Rain Charity Night kept a low profile and did not accept interviews from the media, the staff from the Spring Rain Foundationhad inserted the group photos taken of the bigwigs at intervals within the writings that summed up the events of the day. Sylvie, who was then considered a top female celebrity, had garnered for herself an astoundingly huge following. They started retweeting the moment they saw the photos from the charity gala.

Sylvie was in great form last night.

That black spaghetti strap dress is a real killer! Sylvie and Mr.

Faulkner look so good together that they should just hurry up and get married!

Her legions of fans spent good money to get that photo trending on several differentplatforms. It was at that moment that Genevieve, who had been inactive on Twitter for four years prior, retweeted that group photo with the caption: Sorry, the person in the photo is me, not Sylvie. Netizens who were enjoying the show from the sidelines were wildly entertained.

They commented about how Sylvie's fans were wasting their own money to have her trending, only to realize that the person in the photo was not whothey thought she was. Things got awkward for Sylvie's fans, but soon after, they found ways to attack Genevieve from other angles by chiding her for standing alongside Armand.

Don't you know that Sylvie and Mr.

Faulkner are dating? Almost constantly keeping tabs on the comments, Genevieve responded to all of those people'saccusations: It was the staff who arranged for me to stand there, so what's wrong with that? I genuinely didn't know that Ms.

Clasen and Mr.

Faulkner were dating.

Did any of you? Sylvie's fans were dumbstruck. All these years, even though Sylvie had been around Armand and had been frequently broughtaround to attend various functions alongside him, he had also been in the company of numerous other women besides her. In addition, Armand had neve publicly made any affirmative statements about his relationship with Sylvie. A netizen observing the spectacle thus commented: Isn't Armand Faulkner Genevieve Rachford's ex-husband? From the looks of it, it would seem to me that Sylvie is riding on Genevieve's fame by hanging around him.

Wasn't her resemblance to Genevieve the very reason Mr.

Valentine chose her to be his lead actress on her debut? Doesn't that mean Sylvie probably has Genevieve tothank for being able to become so popular? That comment was swiftly liked until it got bumped up to the number one spot, shutting up all the fans from the opposite camp. As details about that could be searched up easily online, they were left with no means of retorting. Genevieve was waiting inside the CEO's office for Cooper.

Coming across that trending topic while browsing Twitter, she could not resist retweeting it and making Sylvie's fans eat the words they hurled at her.

Seeing that netizen's commentmade her feel much better, but it also had her thinking about the incident from the night before. Yesterday, Armand asked me why I'd switched up my approach so quickly again.

Seems to me that he and Sylvie often engage in such games.

Scumbag! If it was not bad enough that he bedded her, he even mistook her for another woman. Genevieve took one large gulp of coffee to quell her own anger.

When she placed the cup back down, the door was pushed open.

In strode Cooper.

Dressed in a gray-colored suit with a matchingvest and wearing a pair of silver-trimmed glasses, he evoked a picture of elegance. Placing a file down on the desk, he also left the tie he had removed there.

Following that, he rolled up his sleeve as he made his way over to the couch.

Then, he plonked himself down inthe seat next to Genevieve. Genevieve picked up the pot and poured him a cup.

"How is it that you don't seem surprised at me showing up here after four years?" "You've stated back then in the mail that you'd be back whenever you feel like it," said Cooper with a laugh before he took two sips from his cup.

"How has life overseas been treating you?" Genevieve casually placed her hand on the armrest of the couch.

"It was all right, I guess.

My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 426

Chapter 426 Did It Have Something To Do With Her In truth, Cooper had not been able to dig up much information onJack using the connections Armand had provided during his trip to Dartan. Knowing that the Helt family was extremely powerful, and with Jack being the head of the Helt family and Dartan his own domain, Cooper understood that it would be easy for the latter to erase whatever information he wanted. Without waiting for Genevieve's reply, Cooper got up to walk toward the desk and retrieved a photograph from the bottom of the drawer. He then passed that along to Genevieve.

"Did it have anything to do with her?" After his return from Dartan, Cooper told Armand everything he had learned, save that photo, which was almostcompletely burned, that he did not pass along. Even through the murkiness of the photo, one could still vaguely tell that it featured a very attractive young woman. Peering down at the photo, Genevieve laughed.

"You're sharp, Coop.

I'd give you that.

Didn't expect that you'd be able to figure out this much based on this one blemished photo, despite notknowing anything about it to start with." "The timing isn't right at the moment, though," Genevieve continued, shaking her head.

"I'll explain everything after I've finished sorting things out." "Okay." Seeing that she was..

"You're sharp, Coop.

I'd give you that.

Didn't expect that you'd be able to figure out this much based on this one blemished photo, despite notknowing anything about it to start with." "The timing isn't right at the moment, though," Genevieve continued, shaking her head.

"I'll explain everything after I've finished sorting things out." "Okay." Seeing that she was reluctant to divulge, Cooper did not want topress any further. The two continued to converse over coffee.

Cooper told Genevieve that the Helt family had an unusual connection with the investment firm behind the venture that revived theWood Group.

It turned out it was Jack's ex-wife, Lillian, and not Jack himself, who was the driving force behind them.

They wereunable to figure out why she wanted to help the Wood family as well, considering that the latter two had no ties to each other whatsoever. Lilian might be rich, but Xavier had no obvious talent for business at all. It took only a single ploy set up by Cooper and Armand to completely run the entire Wood family into the ground, after which all of the profitable businesses to the Wood Group's name became swiftly snapped up by Specter Corporation. Cooper glanced at Genevieve and said, "There's something else you should know.

Through some unusual means, Jack has managed to acquire a considerable stake in the Faulkner Group.

Last year, he had already become its largest shareholder.

Now, Samantha has to call him ahead of time to consult him before she could executeanything she wanted to do." Genevieve pursed her lips.

"Yeah.

I knew about that." She went on to tell him about her intention to use Jack as part of her plans for seeking revenge, why she hadspent the last four years in Dartan, and how she had not been idle during that time either. While Genevieve was telling Cooper about the things that had happened during her prolonged period of absence, someone else's name also came up. "How is Jane doing?" "Are you referring to Armand's cousin?" Cooper thought about it, then said, "Wasn't she going to marry into the Wood family? All these years, Armand had been secretly preventing that from happening.

He had her brought to Jadeborough after her father's sudden passing in an accident as things had been a little chaotic for herat home.

I was the one who sent her to Yartran last year to treat her heart condition when he wasn't ableto, but it didn't prove to be effective at all." "The last time I dined out with Armand, I saw that she was extremely frail and coughing every few steps..." Cooper continued as a look of pity appeared on his face.

"Seems even more painful to have to carry on living that way."

Similarly, Genevieve felt sympathetic toward Jane, who was intelligent and beautiful, only to be cursedwith a constitution like that. "She previously helped me out once, so do try to lend a hand if she asks you for anything.

Just think of her as your sister as well." "For your sake, I will, but I want nothing to do with the Faulkners,"Cooper said passively. He did not much care about his ties to the Faulkner family as he had not forgotten how the rest of his own family died. Taking a quick look at his watch, Cooper got up from the couch.

"Since I don't have much to do in the morning, let's go for a drive, and we can have lunch together after."

"Perhaps tomorrow.

I want to go for some barbecue with Jojo today," replied Genevieve as she reached forher phone. Half an hour had passed since she last texted Johanna, but the latter had yet to reply. She had seen Johanna around in the secretarial department on the way to the CEO's office.

When the latter did not respond to her greeting earlier, she simply assumed that it was because the woman was busy.

Surely, she can't beso busy that she has no time to check her phone at all? "And I thought that I was the one you wanted to see in the office after returning here..." Cooper exhaled.

Then, he waved his hands to shoo her out of the office to grant himself some peace of mind.

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Chapter 427 Do Not Tell Armand When Genevieve reached the secretarial department, she saw Johanna working at her desk and asked, "Wanna go eatbarbecue?" Without looking up, Johanna replied, "I'm not free.

Go ahead without me, Ms.

Rachford." Genevieve had an ominous feeling when she heard the woman's tone.

As such, she reached out and tugged on Johanna's arm before saying softly, "Is work really more importantthan me? Is our friendship worth less than your few hours of pay? We hadn't seen each other for four years! I missed you so much.

Didn't you miss me too?" Johanna looked up and glared at Genevieve before replying, "And you have the nerves to say that? Backthen, you left after sending me a note and ended up being away for four years.

Genevieve, don't you think that's too much?" "Yes, it was my fault! Please forgive me just this once?" Genevievepleaded.

"Let me treat you to something good, okay?" Initially, Johanna had intended to ignore Genevieve as she was indeed outraged.

However, it wasn't convenient for them to talk about personal affairs in the secretarial department as the other employees might return at any time.

After letting out a snort, Johannagrabbed her bag and left with her friend. As it was only around ten in the morning and not lunchtime yet, Genevieve took Johanna to a cafe in a nearby shopping mall and ordered two cups of coffee. In an attempt to appease her friend, Genevieve told Johanna tha she had only kept all those things from her because she did not want to implicate her. Back then, Genevieve had already made all the arrangements and had boarded the plane.

However, Jack saw through her plan and stopped her. After that, she was brought to Dartan and forced tostay with Jack. Johanna was downright confused after listening to Genevieve's explanation and asked in a clueless manner, "I don't understand what you're saying at all.

If you don't want to be with Jack, why did you marry him?" "Because..."

Genevieve ended up telling Johanna the entire truth.

Johanna stared at Genevievewith her eyes widened after listening to the woman's clarification.

Seeing that, Genevieve let out a chuckle and said, "I've kept this bottled up for a long time.

I feel much better now after sharing it with you." "Why didn't you tell Mr.

Faulkner about this?" Johanna asked. Just then, two cups of hot coffee were served to them. Genevieve took a sipof her coffee and replied softly, "You should have seen the news previously.

He already has enough things to deal with...

Besides, Jack is crazy.

Not only that, but he also controls Helt Corporation.

He will do anything for revenge.

Since I did not have any bargaining chips at that time, marrying him was my only option in order tosave my children." Johanna was shocked when she heard that.

"Does that mean your children belong to Mr.

Faulkner?" "Yup." Genevieve nodded with a smile. She opened the photo album on her phone and showed Johanna pictures of her two children.

"I gave birth to twins.

One boy and one girl.

It definitely wasn't an easy pregnancy." Johanna took the phone from her and beamed in excitement when she saw the adorable little girl, who looked justlike a princess. "Oh my! Is this really your daughter? She's so cute..." Johanna continued scrolling through the photos.

When she saw the little boy in the pictures, she said to Genevieve at once, "I can totally imagine what Mr.

Faulkner looked like when he was a kid just by looking at your son!"

"Mando is so much better than him."Genevieve said in a slightly exasperated tone, "That little brat is too cold and aloof." "You could give him to me!" Johanna suggested immediately.

Genevieve chuckled and replied, "Sure! I'll bring them back after I finish settling things, and I'll let you have my haughty son." "Forget it.

Even if you are willing to let me have him, Mr.

Faulkner would never agree to it." Johanna shook her head and continued, "I shall settle for being their godmother instead! You don't have to buy them anynew clothes anymore.

I shall be in charge of doing that! I want them to be the most good-looking kids in town wearing the clothes I bought!"

AlthoughGenevieve was amused by Johanna's antics, she did not forget to remind the latter, "Johanna, you have to keep it to yourself.

Don't tell anyone else about the kids yet."

"Including Mr.

Faulkner?" Johanna asked curiously. Genevieve nodded, and a glint flashed across her eyes as she said, "I made a bet with Jack.

I have to keep the children's identities a secret.

Don't worry, I'm able to support them myself." After listening to what Genevieve told her, Johanna could guess what sort of bet she had made with Jack.

"Armand is a lucky man.'Uohanna fiddled with her coffee cup before continuing, "To be able to meet such a good woman like you who is willing to share his burdens.

It's been four years.

You even gave him twins." "Love takes two to work." Genevieve knew that Armand had done alot for her as well.

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Chapter 428 Why Are You Buying Him Perfume Genevieve took a sip of coffee and cupped her face with her hands before asking Johanna, "What about you and Timothy? You guyshave been married for a few years.

Do you have any kids yet?" "Not yet." Johanna shrugged and said nonchalantly, "We're still too young to be parents."

After saying that, the woman looked at her friend and smileddevilishly.

"Now that you've given me a godson and a goddaughter, I don't feel like having kids of my own anymore!"

"Too young to be parents? If I remember correctly, Timothy isalready thirty-two this year, right?" Johanna said, "Is thirty-two considered old? Look at your Armand.

If you didn't get pregnant, he would still be childless even at thirty-seven!"

Genevieve was at a loss forwords when she heard that. Johanna glanced at the time on her watch and got up, saying, "I'm famished! Let's go eat barbecue now.

If we go any later, we might have to queue to get a table.

We can continue chatting while we eat." "Sure." Genevieve left with Johanna after footing the bill.

Johanna blabbered on and onwhile they ate, telling Genevieve how angry she had been when

If you didn't get pregnant, he would still be childless even at thirty-seven!"

Genevieve was at a loss forwords when she heard that. Johanna glanced at the time on her watch and got up, saying, "I'm famished! Let's go eat barbecue now.

If we go any later, we might have to queue to get a table.

We can continue chatting while we eat." "Sure." Genevieve left with Johanna after footing the bill.

Johanna blabbered on and onwhile they ate, telling Genevieve how angry she had been when the latter left back then.

She was upset as she thought their friendship wasn't important to Genevieve at all and had planned to ignore her forever.

However, she ended up making up with Genevieve over a free barbecue meal.

Genevieve told Johanna that there were somethings she had found out during the past four years when she was in Dartan.

She also told her friend about her plans after returning to the country.

Johanna took out a few pieces of tissue to wipe away her perspiration before asking worriedly, "Whatif you lose the bet?" "That won't happen," Genevieve answered confidently. However, she added after taking a pause, "But I've already made arrangements for my two kids in case I end up losing the bet.

Besides, with you and Cooper taking care of them, there's nothing for me to worry about." "You are not allowed to keep anything fromme anymore!" Johanna glared at her friend angrily before saying, "Otherwise, I'll marry your son and drive you mad!" Genevieve looked at Johanna, feeling speechless.

"I never knew you were so evil!" After chatting for a while more at the barbecue restaurant, the twowomen left and shopped around the mall. As it was a weekend, and a celebrity was there for a promotional event, the mall was exceptionally crowded that day. Genevieve told Johanna that she could choose any clothes or jewelry she liked and offered to pay for all her shopping expenses.

The two of them hung out at the clothing department for a few hours and emerged with their hands full of shopping bags.

When they went downstairs, Genevieve headed to the perfume section to choose a perfume. The moment the two women walked into the shop, a sales assistant approached them.

After taking a look at Genevieve, she greeted her with a smile, "Welcome, Ms.

Rachford."

Genevieve glanced at the lady and arched her brows.

"How did you know that I'm Ms.

Rachford and not Sylvie?" "You and Sylvie do look alike, but there are still some differences." The sales assistant let out a smile before explaining, "Besides, she's our spokesperson, and I've seen her before.

You're much prettier than her, and your demeanor is very different from hers too."

Genevieve felt a flicker of irritation afterlistening to the woman's clarification. In other words, she and Sylvie did not look that similar, but that man had still failed to tell them apart! F*ck! To think that he still wrote a cheque and humiliated me! Johanna noticed her friend's glum expression and seemed to have understood what was going on.

"Judging by your expression, I'm guessing that you met Mr.

Faulkner after you came back, and he mistook you for Sylvie?" she asked gloatingly.

"Nope!" Genevieve snorted, not wanting to makea fool out of herself. After finding the perfume she wanted, Genevieve handed her card over to the sales assistant. Johanna pouted.

Feeling slightly angry, she said, "Genev, seriously, if you are upset with him, why are you still buying him perfume? You could buy for me instead!"

"These areall high-end perfumes.

Pick whatever you like then," Genevieve replied. Even though the perfume that Armand was currently using smelled good, she did not really like it.

Since she happened to be shopping that day, she decided to buy him a bottle of perfume andgive it to him another day. "B*tch!" Johanna rolled her eyes at her friend. After paying for the perfume, Genevieve and Johanna headed downstairs.

Just when Genevieve was about to say something to Johanna, she saw a familiar figure in the lipstick section.

Slowing down her steps, Genevieve looked toward the lipstick section andasked, "Jojo, isn't that your hubby?" Even before Johanna responded to her, Genevieve could already discern that the man was Timothy. Timothy had a towering figure and still kept his ponytail even after four years, looking rather unruly. At that moment, the man was standing behind a young woman, and the sales assistant was promoting a few different lipsticks to her.

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Chapter 429 Who Are You With Genevieve made her way over while having her head held high. She reached out and tugged at Timothy.

"So, Dr.

Jensen, who are you with?" Timothy turned around. He heard, via the news, that Genevieve had returned, so he wasn't surprised tosee her there.

However, he never expected her to hang out with Johanna. Timothy felt strangely guilty when he saw Johannathere.

"This is my friend.

I ran into her while shopping." He was only there to get some stuff and didn't expect to run into his friend.

The friend turned around whenGenevieve and Johanna showed up. The young lady had a stunning face with bright eyes and looked as though she was still a teen. She inched closer to Timothy and asked timidly.

"Timothy, who are they?" Genevieve rolled her eyes when she saw her terrible acting.

She scoffed, turned to Timothy, and asked, "Dr.

Jensen, aren't you going to introduce US?" Timothy massaged his head a little.

Exasperated and left with no choice, he replied, "This is my friend, Denise Wallowitz."

After that, Timothy turned to Denise and said, "This is Genevieve, and this is Johanna, my wife." Deniselooked surprised and troubled when she heard that. She quickly turned to Johanna and explained, "Hi, I-I didn't know you'd be here, too.

Please don't think too much about this.

My friend canceled on me last minute, and I happened to run into Timothy here.

We chatted and ended up here somehow." Johanna bit her lip a little, but she didn't say a word. Genevieve, on the other hand, grinned andasked, "Uh-huh, so what were the two of you going to do if you hadn't run into US? Are you going to have dinner together? Maybe even go somewhere private after that?" "Hey, Genevieve.

Stop it," said Timothy.

He couldn't help voicing up.

"I am simply keeping her company as she shops for lipstick.

Also, it doesn't matter even if we plan to have dinner together afterward.

You have no right to question me." "You're right.

I'm in no position to ask any questions," replied Genevieve while nodding.

After that, she pointed at the lipsticks the sales lady was holding and demanded, "Those lipsticks you have with you are nice.

I'll take every stock you have, including the ones on display."

"Okay," replied the saleslady before she hurried off with Genevieve's credit card.

Denise couldtell that Genevieve was angry, so she kept her head down and muttered, "I promise I will never get close to Timothy again, so please, ladies, don't be mad.

You don't have to buy so many lipsticks..." "I can buy however many lipsticks I want to.

Heck, I can throw one out every day if that is what I wish," replied Genevieve harshly.

"Also, why would I be mad at a nobody like you? My, you sure know how to twist the truth, huh? Are youstudying performance arts? If not, you should really switch majors.

It'd be such a waste because you will surely win an acting award or two." Genevieve's words made Denise feel even worse.

The latter tilted her head even lower and intertwined her fingers.

Her shoulders trembled as she sobbed. Timothy couldn't stand it anymore, so he shouted, "Hey, Genevieve.

You're crossing a line here!" "She spoke to me, and I replied to her.

What's so wrong about that?" challenged Genevieve.

"Also, your wife is standing right here.

Yet, you are ignoring her and protecting some other woman.

My gosh, Timothy.

You really are an a*shole!" It didn't take long before the sales lady returned with the packed lipsticks.

She handed them and the credit card to Genevieve. Denise shot a look at the bag Genevieve hadwith her and meekly asked, "Will you sell me lipstick number 144? I'll pay extra for it." "No!" replied Genevieve before she dragged Johanna along to leave. Denise was standing in the way at the time so Genevieve bumped into her using her shoulders. It was just a soft bump when their shoulders met. Yet, Denise acted as though she lost her balance and fell backward, right toward the glass display. Fortunately, Timothy was standing right beside her.

He reached out immediately to hold her arm and steady her, so she didn't fall.

He waited until she wasfine before putting on an evil look.

After that, he made his way to Genevieve and pulled her to force her to turn around.

"Apologize to Denise, Genevieve!" Genevieve was wearing a pair of high heels at the time, and Timothy's powerful pull made her slip, causingher to fall right onto the floor. She hurt her hand and hissed in pain. "Genev!" shouted Johanna who went to help Genevieve up right away. The former sav how the latter's hand was shaking in pain, and that infuriated her.

Johanna turned around and mercilessly slapped Timothy right across his face.

He was stunned for a fewseconds and stared at Johanna in disbelief.

"Did you just slap me?" Timothy had never been slapped before. "Yeah, I did, and so what?" challenged Johanna.

The smile she had on had faded, and all that was left was hostility.

She stared right into Timothy's eyes.

"If you even think about hurting Genev again, I will go all out against you." Johanna usuallybehaved as though she didn't have a temper at all.

She was cheerful and cute and would hug and then kiss him endlessly while calling him "Hubby". Hence, that was thefirst time Timothy saw Johanna glaring like that. He stood there numbly, even after Johanna had helped Genevieve up and had left.

It seemed he couldn't register what had just happened.

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Chapter 430 I Am Waiting For Someone It didn't take long before Denise made her way to him and spoke in a meektone.

"I'm so sorry, Timothy.

I'm the reason your wife is angry...

I-I'll apologize to her." A hint of distaste and annoyance welled up in Timothy's heart when he saw how pretentious she was.

However, he soon thought about how she was the only girl left in the Wallowitz family, and that made it impossible for him to stay mad at her.

He simply massaged his numb face. "There is no need to apologize for anything because it has nothing to do with you."

Timothy retrieved a cash card from his pocketand handed it to Denise.

"Go buy anything you want.

I have to hurry back to the hospital because I have a night shift." "Okay," replied Denise.

She nodded obediently and left with the card. Johanna helped Genevieve out of the shopping mall and was surprised to see thatit was raining. Worried, the former held the latter's hand and asked, "Genev, are you okay?" "It's fine.

I didn't fall that hard," answered Genevieve.

Her hand no longer hurt.

"Do you know that girl from earlier?" Johanna shrugged and replied in a nonchalant tone.

"He has dozens of friends, so it's not strange that I don't know all of them.

Still, I am surprised to see him hurt you like that.

That is so mean!" Johanna wouldn't care, even if Timothy stayed out all night every day, butshe would not stand idly by if he were to hurt Genevieve, if it hadn't been for Genevieve, I wouldn't even be here now. Genevieve draped her arm over Johanna's shoulders and sighed.

"At first, I wanted to give you some advice, but my love life is in a messas well, so I have no idea how to help you." "Why would I need help?" said Johanna as she smiled.

"That is how love is, right? We get together if we're a good match, and we fall apart if we're not.

Divorce is not the end.

In fact, getting a divorce might be a good thing.

Who knows? Maybe the next guy will be nicer." "You are much more rational than I am," commented Genevieve.

"You have always been this way and are decisive.

I'm kinda jealous about that." Genevieve suddenly realized that she was too emotional.

Letting her heart roam freely had caused her too much pain. "Actually, I envy you, Genev," replied Johanna.

She pursed her lips a little and sounded genuinely envious when she said those words.

"At the very least, someone loved you with all his heart.

I don't even have that." It didn't matter if it was Genevieve's parents, who had passed, or Cooper, or Armand.

Everyone loved her dearly. Genevieve knew all about Johanna's unfortunate past, so she was heartbroken for her.

Hence, the former teased, "It's fine.

I'll love you from now on.

If things between you and Timothy really are that bad, then how about you get a divorceand wait fourteen years? My son will be an adult and you know...

it'd be kinda nice to have you call me "Mom"." "Pfft.

No, thank you.

I'd rather stay single," replied Johanna as she rolled her eyes at Genevieve.

The former fished an umbrella out of her bag after that.

There were two floors reserved for underground parking, but it was huge, makingit difficult for an owner to locate his or her parked car.

That was why Genevieve parked her car in the outdoor parking lot when they arrived that morning.

Johanna held the umbrella and was walking toward theircar when she saw a black Maybach parked at the side. Something about the car looks familiar... Johanna checked the car plates and gestured with her chin to get Genevieve to turn her attention to the car.

"Look! It's Mr.

Faulkner's car." Genevieve shot a look and realized that Johanna was right.

Troubled, she asked, "What is he doing here?" "He must be waiting for someone.

He won't park his car here just to show it off, right?" said Johanna.

She winked at Genevieve, then put her hand out. "What?" asked Genevieve curiously. "Gimme your car keys.

You don't expect me to hail a cab, do you?" replied Johanna in exasperation. "I never said I'd let him give me aride home." "Oh, puh-lease.

You always say stuff like that, but you won't actually be thrilled to see some other womanin Mr.

Faulkner's car," teased Johanna before she giggled and fished the car keys right out of Genevieve's bag.

After that, she dragged Genevieve toward the Maybach and knocked on the car's window. It took some time before the window was rolled down, and a handsome face wearing a warm smile showed up. His gaze was oozing tenderness when he scanned ahead and asked, "Is something wrong?" "It's raining heavily, Armand, and we can't hail a cab," said Johanna as she shoved Genevieve toward the car and smiled brightly.

"Please take Genev home for me." Armand checked his watch and politely declined.