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Chapter 501

Kiss Me And I Will Get Down "Your name is Amanda Rachford." Armand heard Lucian calling Amanda by her name when the latter fought with her brother. He had thought that they would have the family name of Helt since they grew up in the Helt family or take Jack's last name, Valentine. Unexpectedly, they took Genevieve's family name. "That's my full name." Then, Amanda remarked mysteriously, "My nickname is Mandy. Do you know its significance, mister?" Armand chortled. "Nope. Can you tell me?" "Hmm..." Amanda pondered for a moment before she uttered frettingly, "Mommy doesn't allow me to tell anyone about it. But from now on, you can call me by my nickname!"

"Okay, Mandy." Armand chuckled lowly. By the time he finished his work, it was seven o'clock in the evening when he got off work. Steven was already waiting by the elevator bank. When Armand came over, he pressed the call button. He entered the elevator with the man and handed him an envelope. "I just got this from a journalist." Armand opened the envelope. The instant he glanced at the photos he took out, his gaze darkened. Stealing a peek at him, Steven reported, "It's not just the photos, but there's also a video. The journalist gave it to me and sent me his chat history with the person behind this matter." The other party gave the reporter a huge sum of money for him to release the photos and video on the day of the Twitter Awards Ceremony. However, Central Group was the major shareholder of Twitter. Furthermore, everyone within the industry could tell the relationship of the person involved with Armand. For that reason, no one dared to accept such a dangerous task. After mulling it over, the journalist contacted Steven in the end. Armand merely glanced at the top photo without bothering to look at the rest before tossing it at Steven alongside the envelope. "Since the other party gave him money in exchange for his services, he should just do it."

Understanding the man's meaning, Steven took out his phone and texted the journalist before deleting all the chat history. He then drove Armand back to Swallow Garden. Parking the car at the side of the yard, he left and went to the adjacent mansion. Upon stepping into the house, Armand noticed that the lights were on, but the housekeeper was seemingly absent. As he bent over to remove his shoes, a pair o hands snaked around him and covered his eyes. He reflexively raised his hands but dropped them back down when he caught a faint whiff of rose fragrance. Genevieve deliberately modulated her voice and whispered into his ear, "Guess who I am. There will be a punishment if you guess wrongly." "No idea." Genevieve shifted her hands to hug the man around the neck instead. Leaning over, she kissed him. "Did you miss me while I was away on my long business trip?" "Nope. Work kept me exceedingly busy." Armand tried to get her off his back. Alas, she was wrapped around him like an octopus. "Didn't you find it difficult to sleep without me at night?" Genevieve questioned, refusing to give up. "I've never had insomnia," Armand replied expressionlessly. At a loss for words, Genevieve lowered her head and bit his ear hard as punishment, even as she continued clinging to his back. "I'd like to eat beef tacos tonight, Mando." "Order takeaway."

"No! Takeaway won't be nice. I want to have your cooking." Rubbing against his cheek, Genevieve mysteriously offered, "I'll give you a present if you make beef tacos for me." "Forget it if your present is to warm my bed. It's summer now, and I even find it hot even after turning on the air-conditioner," Armand riposted placidly. At that, Genevieve pouted. "No, it's a proper present." "Then, get off of me first." In reality, it was nothing for Armand to carry her on his back. He could even remove his cufflinks and place them on the cabinet at the side. "Kiss me, and I'll get down," Genevieve entreated.

Chapter 502

This Painting Is Priceless When Armand merely stood there without paying her request any mind, Genevieve slid off his back huffily. "How petty! Is your mouth inlaid with gold? My son is far better! I can hug and kiss him to my heart's content!" she griped. When she went abroad to make the purchases, she made a detour to Dartan. At the sight of her son's aloof face that was very much similar to Armand's, she hugged and caressed him at length. She took out her dejection for her failed attempts to kiss the man on him, making him so vexed that he didn't want to bother about her anymore.

The instant Armand heard that, his gaze darkened. He swiftly strode to the kitchen. Taking out an apple from the fridge, Genevieve followed him to the kitchen. She leaned half her body against the kitchen counter. As she munched on the apple, she studied the man's face. "You're so handsome when you cook, Mando! If you publish a cookbook, it'll definitely be a bestseller! The ideal type in women's eyes is a man like you, Mando!" Praises rang out, one after another. The more she spoke, the more intense the veins on Armand's forehead throbbed. Finally snapping, he jerked his head over and regarded her coldly. "If you still want to eat, you'd best shut up. Otherwise, I'm not cooking anymore." "Okay, okay." Genevieve went silent and watched him intently. Half an hour later, a plate of steaming hot beef tacos was served. There was some extra beef, so Armand made two bowls of beef soup. His cooking was so good that Genevieve could eat ten tacos alone. After eating, she deftly put the dishes away into the kitchen. Then, she went upstairs and found Armand in the bedroom. Snagging the necktie on the chair, she dragged the man along the corridor toward the home theatre. Standing in front of the home theatre, she tied the necktie around his eyes. "Are you ready, Mando?" Having entered the home theatre, Genevieve turned on the projector before removing the necktie from his eyes. Armand slowly opened his eyes, only to notice that he was standing in the middle of the room. Under the dim lightning, he could see gift boxes of various sizes stacked on the carpet before him. Every single box was labeled with a figure. Genevieve pointed at the small pile of gift boxes on the floor and asked with a beam, "These are my gift to you! Are you surprised?" After saying that, she pulled the man down to sit cross-legged on the floor. When a cute little boy looking at the camera blankly materialized on the projector that had been turned on earlier, she picked up the present labeled with the figure one and handed it to Armand. "This is your one-year-old birthday present! Quick, open it and see what it is, Mando!" Armand's lips twitched as though he wanted to say something. In the end, however, he merely dipped his eyes and untied the ribbon on the box. Taking out a beautiful golden lock from the box, Genevieve exclaimed, "What a lovely golden lock! Happy first birthday, Mando! I wish you happiness all your days!" Soon, the slideshow changed to another picture. The little boy in it appeared a little older than the previous one. Genevieve handed the gift box labeled with the figure two to Armand. The pile of gift boxes was none other than the presents she scoured the globe for in the past two weeks. Armand's one-year-old gift was a golden lock, followed by a discontinued teddy bear, a scale model car, and so on.

She meticulously prepared gifts for the man, from his first birthday to his thirty-seventh birthday. Each time Armand unwrapped a present, the boy in the slideshow would be older than the previous one. He went from an adorable little boy in kindergarten uniform to a cool teenager in high school uniform, and finally, to a calm and reserved man in a suit. The boy in the slideshow gradually grew older. The only thing that remained unchanged was his unfathomable eyes. Everything she prepared painstakingly had warmth suffusing Armand and his emotions roiling. Nonetheless, his expression remained unchanged. He unwrapped the final present, the gift box for his thirty-seventh birthday. It's an... abstract painting? The painting within the exquisite frame was too abstract that he could only vaguely tell that it seemed to be a bee. Picking it up, Genevieve held it up in front of him and said smilingly, "This is a bee. It's adorable, no? This painting is priceless, and you can't buy it even if you offer hundreds of millions."

Chapter 504

Best That I Forget About Her Armand was busy with work. By the time he exited the office building, it was dark and pouring outside. Genevieve stood next to a pillar outside the entrance, seemingly staring at something. "Ms. Rachford." As soon as Steven spotted her, he slung his bag on his arm and went over to hand her an umbrella. Genevieve appeared to jolt back to her senses. She turned and looked at the man. Her face was pale, and she didn't look quite well. "Can you please wait at the side for a while, Steven? I've got something to say to Mando." Not only did she decline to take the umbrella, but she even handed him the car key. Steven sensed something amiss with her, but he didn't ask any questions. He merely walked to the side silently and turned his back to them. Genevieve turned around and looked at the tall and handsome man before her. Pursing her lips, she asked softly, "Mando, was it out of love that you did so much for me?" If it isn't love, why would he even give up his company and risk his life to save me? But if he does love me, what's the meaning of everything he's doing right now? Pinning his eyes on her, Armand was silent for a long moment.

After that, he murmured evenly, "Why do you think I'll desire a woman who has been married several times and have children?" When I had nothing, I even tossed my dignity away and begged her, hoping she'd stay by my side. But she chose Jack. She once told me that the ring was lost, but when I went to the prison to visit Marilyn that day, I obtained the ring from her. That aside, Marilyn told me she gave it to her voluntarily in exchange for Night Breeze. Stupefied, Genevieve regarded him blankly. "Then, why were you so good to me?" Armand's gaze was unfathomable and impassive. "To fulfill my part of the deal. I promised to help you take Specter Corporation back, but you reconciled with Cooper later. Thus, I've got to make it up to you in some other way." "Ah, that's true. To fulfill your part of the deal..." As Genevieve thought of the work she had done recently, she reckoned that she must have been a woman who came begging at his feet, a mere clown in the man's eyes. A chill enveloped her, and she hugged herself tightly muttering, "Turns out that I have really lost." When Jack proposed this bet, I even swore that Armand's love for me won't fade in time and I'll definitely win. She then bowed slightly to Armand. "I promised Steven that I'll never pester you in the future.

I'll keep my word. Goodbye." After saying that, she whirled around and rushed into the rain. Armand's feet twitched. He made to grab at her, but she was exceedingly fast and had gone far away from him in the blink of an eye. In the end, she disappeared into the darkness. Steven, who had his back to them, was also startled when he heard Genevieve's words. Why is it all so sudden? "Steven, what did you say to her?" Armand's expression was rather grim. Steven turned around and told the man everything about bringing Genevieve to the study, showing her the flash drive, and their conversation that day. "Ms. Rachford said she'll leave when you've recovered." She also said that she wanted to confirm something. At that time, I didn't understand her meaning, but after listening to their conversation, I understood. "Mr. Faulkner-" He wanted to speak further, but Armand obviously hadn't the patience to listen anymore. The man lowered his eyes and interjected mildly, "It's quite good that she kept her promise. Let's go." Whether it was the past or the present, I can't keep her by my side. In that case, it's best that I forget about her. Left with no other choice, Steven could only swallow his words. He opened the umbrella and send the man off.

Chapter 505 I Lost After leaving Central Group Tower, Genevieve strolled along the street aimlessly. She was all drenched, looking exceedingly wretched with her black hair plastered against her cheeks. It was summer, so the weather was sultry. As such, the rain hitting her wasn't cold. However, she was freezing all over, especially in her heart. It was as though someone buried her beating heart in the snow in sub- zero temperature. Her heart felt so icy cold that it was numb and couldn't beat anymore. She once said that it was foolish to be loyal in matters of the heart and to fight someone for a man. However, the things Armand did later softened her heart again and again. Even after so many years, she still believed him staunchly. Alas, she finally discovered that she had regarded herself too highly. The heavy rain clouded Genevieve's vision, making it impossible to see anything in front of her. Suddenly, someone held an umbrella over her head, shielding her from the wind and rain. A tall man stood beside her with an umbrella in his hand.

His long hair had turned into ear-length short hair, but his enthralling countenance hadn't changed in the least. His emerald-like eyes were still as captivating. Jack gently brushed the wet hair clinging to Genevieve's cheeks away. "Do you admit that you lost, Genev?" Genevieve closed her eyes for a moment. The moisture on her face trickled down her chin and onto the man's hand, though one couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain. Resigning herself to reality, she murmured, "Yeah, I lost." Her health was poor in the first place. Coupled with the fact that she had been in the pouring rain for half an hour, she passed out in his arms no sooner after she said that. While Jack was carrying her to the hotel, she started burning with a fever. Her body grew terrifyingly scorching to the touch. Fortunately, a blond personal doctor with blue eyes had been at the ready in the hotel room. The moment Jack returned, he gave Genevieve an injection for her fever. As he bustled about, Jack stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows and unlocked his phone.

There was a Twitter Awards Ceremony at Rolls-Royce in the city that night, so it was lively there. At the same time, things were also lively on the internet. All of a sudden, a phone call came in. He glanced at the unknown number, his lovely eyes narrowed a fraction. Answering the call, he brought the phone to his ear. "Hello." Before the other person had finished speaking, Jack snickered disdainfully. "Help you? Why should I do so? You should be thanking me for keeping you safe and sound for so many years." Subsequently, the other person uttered something in a low voice, upon which Jack's gaze abruptly darkened

He didn't say anything immediately but turned and looked at the woman on the bed. A long while later, he asserted without any room for negotiation, "Have someone deliver it over in an hour. If you exceed the time, our collaboration will be considered void." Having said that, he hung up the phone. The doctor had already given Genevieve an injection for her fever and told Jack that the fever would subside in about half an hour. Jack waved a dismissive hand, signaling the doctor to leave with his things. Pulling out a chair, he sat beside the bed and scrutinized Genevieve. He could see the abnormal flush on her face gradually receding and her breathing evening out. Out of the blue, the woman on the bed frowned and muttered in distress, "Mando, Mando... I miss you so much."

Jack grasped Genevieve's hand. Bringing it to his lips, he kissed it before lamenting with a sigh, "Why do you always side with him when I'm the one who has nothing, Genev?" At the very least, Armand grew up in the Faulkner family and enjoyed a life of privilege. What do I have? My childhood left me with no good memories. I even watched my mother die without the ability to do anything about it and ended up as an orphan.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Jack got to his feet and opened the door, only to see a hotel server outside the door with a small cooler in hand. "Someone sent this to you, Mr. Valentine." "Thank you." Upon returning to the room, Jack opened the cooler and took out a syringe from within. The syringe was only the length of a finger, and it contained a milliliter of ice-blue liquid. He didn't summon the personal doctor but took out Genevieve's left arm from under the covers. After swiping it to disinfect the area, he jabbed the thin needle into her delicate skin. He watched quietly as the blue liquid entered her body. She's dreadfully afraid of death, so if she dares play any tricks with me, I'll have her know what it feels like to wish for death!

Chapter 506 He Said He Does Not Love Me At General Hospital, Timothy hurried to the changing room after coming out of the operating room, ignoring the greetings of his colleagues. He initially planned to pick Johanna up after work, but he was dragged to the operating room to help. The operation began at four o'clock in the afternoon and only ended then. He took out his phone from his locker. Just when he was about to phone Johanna, he received a call from her. "Hello, Darling. Did you eat dinner properly after going home?" Having changed, Timothy quickly walked out of the changing room even as he continued, "I'm on my way home now." Unexpectedly, weak breathing drifted out from the other end of the phone. "Timothy..." Timothy was a doctor, so he could immediately tell that she was injured upon hearing her abnormal breathing. Panic swamped him. "Where are you, Darling? What happened?"

"Timothy... it hurts... It hurts badly..." Johanna's voice was disjointed. "Are you hurt? Where are you?" Timothy questioned anxiously, dashing out of the hospital at lightning speed. "Darling? Jojo?" No matter how anxiously he shouted, there was no sound from the other end of the phone. All he could hear was pounding rain. "D*mn it!" he cursed. Wiping off the water droplets from the phone screen, he rang Armand up with trembling hands. While Steven was still searching for someone to comb the surveillance footage for Johanna, the hospital phoned Timothy and told him that a passerby called for an ambulance and had the latter sent to the hospital. Timothy promptly rushed to the hospital. When he found the operating room in which Johanna was, he wanted to barge in. At the side, Jermaine hurriedly held him back. "Calm down, Timothy.

The best neurosurgeon in the entire hospital is in there. If you go in now, you'll only disrupt them." Timothy instantly grabbed his hand and demanded urgently, "What happened to my wife?" Jermaine went silent for a moment, seemingly deliberating how he should break the news to the man. Sometime later, he answered reluctantly, "She suffered a blow to the head." When Genevieve woke up, she noticed that the weather had already cleared up outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Jack lay beside her, slumbering deeply. Despite her clothes acting as a barrier, she was still not used to any contact with him. She removed his hand from her body. Her movements were very light, but still, she woke Jack up. Jack leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. In a low voice, he inquired, "Did you sleep well, Baby?" "Yeah." After a good night's sleep, Genevieve was all refreshed. Jack had long since had someone prepare a dress in Genevieve's size. When she had washed up, the two of them went to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast. Jack handed her a toast with jam. "What did you and Armand talk about last night?" He seemed nonchalant, but he was actually studying her furtively. Perhaps Genevieve had given up entirely after hearing Armand's words last night, or her mind had cleared after a good night's sleep, but she discovered that she no longer had such intense feelings toward the man when Jack mentioned him. Even when she recalled his words last night, her emotions remained calm. Taking the toast, she took a bite and replied placidly, "He said he doesn't love me. That's all. I have no idea why I was so foolish to stand in the rain." The furrow of Jack's brows smoothened out. Chuckling, he commented, "You were indeed foolish, for you even caught a cold. I had the doctor over to give you an injection last night." "Really?" Genevieve rotated her arm.

"No wonder my left arm feels weak." Jack abruptly straightened. Propping the back of his hand against his chin, he gazed at her with a smile. "You lost the bet, Genev. Do you still remember the stakes?" In response, Genevieve grunted in affirmation. "I'll go back to Dartan with you after wrapping things up. Also, I'll entrust the two kids to Jojo's care." "Why don't you have them stay in Dartan?" Jack frowned. In a gentle voice, he vowed, "Genev, my feelings for you and the two kids are the same. I'll raise and nurture Lucian as my heir. In the future, everything I have will be his."

Chapter 507 You Are Being Too Courteous Genevieve considered for a moment before saying, "He has to work hard for what he wants in the future. Moreover, Helt Corporation is yours. It has nothing to do with him." She hoped her children would grow up happily. Jack sighed, implying his respect for Genevieve's decision. Then, he looked at her and asked, "Genev, can we have a baby after our wedding?" However, Genevieve's phone rang before she could answer him. She was thankful that the phone call allowed her to escape the awkward situation. Thus, she answered it immediately and realized it was from Cooper. "Coop, what's the matter?" Genevieve's expression went pale as she listened to Cooper's explanation. She got up urgently and replied, "Is it General Hospital? I'm heading there now!"

Jack stood up too and asked, "What's wrong?" "Coop called to inform me that Jojo has been hospitalized," Genevieve answered urgently and rushed out of the room. Then, she and Jack got into a car and headed to General Hospital. At the hospital, Genevieve asked the staff and became more anxious, knowing that Johanna was in the ICU. As she was nearing the ICU, she saw Cooper and Jermaine standing outside a patient's room. Thus, she rushed to them and asked, "Coop, how's Jojo?" Cooper was about to answer when he noticed Jack behind her and narrowed his eyes. Then, he said solemnly, "She suffered a heavy blow to her head. The doctors spent six hours in surgery and managed to save her and the baby, but... she might never wake up again." Genevieve nearly collapsed from the news.

She opened her mouth but could not say anything for a long time. Then, she stood stunned as she looked through the glass window at Johanna lying in bed with thick bandages around her head, and Timothy sitting by Johanna's side. It was some time before Genevieve could recover her voice. "How did she get injured?" Johanna left the production company with me last night. She said she would be heading to Twitter Awards Ceremony with the assistant manager. How did this happen? "Someone attacked her from behind," Jermaine answered. Jermaine was on shift at the hospital last night. He was the first to know Johanna had been sent to his hospital and brought her to the emergency department.

Then, Jermaine continued, "I contacted the person who called the emergency numbers last night. He was on his way to a residential area when he saw a woman lying on the ground, bleeding from her head. Also, Mr. Faulkner had his people check the surveillance footage of that residential area. However, Johanna had gone into the surveillance cameras' blind spot. Furthermore, the police have investigated around the residential area, but they believe it would be hard to find the perpetrator." Genevieve pinched her hand so hard that her fingernail nearly cut into her palm. Johanna is not an influential business person and doesn't have any risky dealing. It is unlikely for her to offend anyone. Why would someone attack her? "She will be fine." Genevieve looked at Johanna in the ward and said softly, "Previously, Armand also suffered severe head injuries, and the doctor said he was unlikely to wake up. Yet, he still regained consciousness." He woke up after more than a month. Jermaine shook his head and dashed Genevieve's hope. "I've seen Mr. Faulkner's medical report. Her condition is worse than Mr. Faulkner's." Since Genevieve could not understand complicated medical terms, Jermaine could only explain Johanna's condition briefly.

"Ms. Rachford, I believe you know that the cerebrum enables thinking and reasoning. Even slight damage is detrimental to a person. Unfortunately, Johanna's cerebrum is severely damaged." After a slight pause, Jermaine continued, "She is only unconscious now. However, there is a possibility that she could fall into a coma or lose the ability to breathe independently-" "No, that won't happen," Genevieve interrupted Jermaine. "She is pregnant. She must not die!" I saved Johanna from that hellish place and know her emotional scars. It was difficult for her to learn to trust Timothy and come this far with him. Furthermore, Johanna said she wanted to help me care for my children. She can't die yet! Genevieve calmed her emotions and turned to Jack.

"Jack, I know you have extensive connections. Can you help me to find the best neurosurgeon and ask them to come to Chanaea? I am willing to spend any amount of money as long as Jojo can wake up again." Jack caressed her cheek with his fingers and smiled. "Genev, you are my wife. You don't have to be so courteous with me." Cooper was astute and noticed Genevieve turn her face away slightly from Jack's intimate gesture. It seemed she was unused to his touch. It confirmed his previous guess. Genevieve did not marry Jack out of love but due to something.

Chapter 509 You Are So Disgusting "I am only guessing these for now. However, Johanna and Joyce were not close. Thus, it is very suspicious for Johanna to send Joyce forty million," Cooper explained. "I believe your guess is accurate." Genevieve's gaze turned solemn. "Other than her, who else could have that much grudge against Jojo?" Genevieve suddenly got up from the chair and said quickly, "Coop, you should contact your friend in the bank and ask him to alter the information regarding the large sum transfer." The police are investigating Johanna's injury. They will check Johanna's bank transactions for clues. Cooper nodded. "Sure, where are you going..." Before he could finish speaking, he looked up and realized Genevieve had left the hospital. Meanwhile, Genevieve called Sylvie's current manager and soon found out that Sylvie was at Blue Shore Café. Thus, Genevieve drove there speedily. There was hardly anyone in the café.

Genevieve soon saw a woman in a quiet corner of the cafe, wearing a hat and keeping her head down. Although she could not see the woman's face clearly, she easily guessed that the woman was Sylvie. A man was sitting opposite her, leaning his back against the chair. Sylvie could guess who he was from his back profile alone. However, her heart remained still as she focused all her attention on Sylvie. Then, Genevieve grabbed a glass vase from a nearby shelf and smashed it on Sylvie's head. "Argh!" Sylvie was dumbfounded and screamed from the sudden pain. Meanwhile, Genevieve tossed Sylvie's bucket hat away and grabbed her hair hard, pulling her up from the chair. Then, she gave Sylvie a few hard slaps. There was no way Sylvie could avoid them. Still, Genevieve's anger remained unquenched even after slapping Sylvie. She proceeded to drag Sylvie to the aquarium and smashed her head against it. Bang! Bang! Genevieve kept slamming Sylvie's head against the glass. Soon, the aquarium's glass wall split with a loud cracking noise, causing water and fishes to gush out from it and drench the two women's clothes. The cafe staff and the three customers scattered about the cafe were stunned to see Genevieve suddenly dashed in and beat up Sylvie. Armand frowned when he noticed someone dashed over and began beating up Sylvie in public. When he realized it was Genevieve, he had no intention of helping Sylvie. Sylvie's head was bleeding from Genevieve's attack.

Blood stained her and Genevieve's arms. Thankfully, Sylvie's bodyguard returned and saw Genevieve beating up Sylvie. His expression turned stern as he rushed to them. "What are you doing?" the bodyguard shouted. However, Armand suddenly got up from his seat and blocked the bodyguard's way. Armand was taller than the bodyguard and seemed intimidating even though he appeared calm. The bodyguard could not help but shudder as he said, "Mr. Faulkner, what is the meaning of this? Ms. Sylvie is Old Mr. Zeigler's granddaughter. Are you going against the Zeigler family?" "That is not my intention," Armand replied calmly. "However, Sylvie is still an artist under Genevieve Orsi Productions, owned by Genevieve here. It is normal for an employer to discipline her staff." Ms. Sylvie is bleeding all over. How is this normal?

Thankfully, Genevieve was aware that she was still in a cafe. She knew she would not avenge Johanna and would be sent to prison if she killed Sylvie before the spectating crowd. Thus, Genevieve stopped when her hands felt sore. Sylvie panted loudly and cried out in a hoarse voice, "Genevieve... Why do you bully me like this..." Genevieve sneered and grabbed Sylvie's hair. "Sylvie, we are not filming, so stop acting. You are so disgusting! Furthermore, shouldn't you know why I hit you?"

Then, she dragged Sylvie closer and enunciated every word threateningly. "If I find you have anything to do with it, I will make sure you are bedridden for the rest of your life!" Genevieve's eyes flashed viciously, causing Sylvie to shudder with fear. The bodyguard rushed to Sylvie the moment Armand stepped aside and supported the woman who was covered in blood. "Ms. Sylvie, are you all right?" Sylvie wanted to say something but coughed and spurted a mouthful of blood instead. The bodyguard's expression darkened. However, he was stunned when he saw Genevieve's beautiful but cold face. Huh? Why does she resemble Ms. Sylvie so much?

Chapter 510 Armand Will Take First Place Sylvie noticed her bodyguard was looking at Genevieve. Thus, she coughed and said pitifully, "My head hurts so much..." The bodyguard was furious to discover two bleeding wounds on Sylvie's head. "Miss, you've gone too far! Just wait! The Zeigler family will never forgive you!" Then, the bodyguard supported Sylvie and left the cafe in a hurry. Genevieve frowned as she heard the bodyguard's threat. What Zeigler family? She took a step and immediately felt something cold and sharp piercing her skin. The pain prompted her to shudder and gasp. Genevieve had taken off her high heels as she dashed to beat up Sylvie. She forgot the glass shards on the floor near the aquarium and accidentally stepped on them. Armand noticed Genevieve's feet bleeding and rushed over to lift her into his arms. Genevieve instinctively wrapped her arm around his neck. She could smell a light sandalwood fragrance from his body. It was a scent she liked, but her heart remained unmoved. Then, Armand placed her on a chair and called a waiter over. The waiter quickly brought a first aid kit to him. Armand opened the first aid kit and was about to treat her wound when Genevieve stopped him. "Please don't trouble yourself. I can do it on my own." Her tone was calmer and more courteous than before, causing Armand's finger to tremble slightly. "The wound is on your sole. How can you treat it on your own?" Armand replied calmly. Thus, Armand pushed Genevieve's hand away and opened a bottle of iodine solution. He dipped a cotton bud in the solution and used it to disinfect the wound on her sole. After disinfecting, he took a roll of gauze and wrapped it around her wound before tying it into a ribbon. Genevieve watched Armand's thoughtful gestures and recalled how she had loved him. She could not understand why she did not feel strong emotions as she remembered the time they spent together. In fact, she felt nothing at all. Then, Armand disinfected the scratch wounds on Genevieve's arms. He had just replaced the cap in the bottle of iodine solution when a person dashed in. "Genev." Jack felt a pang in his heart as he noticed Genevieve's messy hair and the bandage around her foot. "You said you were going to have a word with Cooper. How did you get here and become injured." "I came here to speak to Sylvie," Genevieve replied. Jack smoothened her hair with his hand and kissed her lovingly. Armand turned tense as he watched them. Then, Jack narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did she bully you?" "No, I have beaten her up," Genevieve said. She recalled how Sylvie was wounded and bleeding earlier. It calmed some of the anger in Genevieve's heart. Meanwhile, Jack called over his driver and instructed him on something. Armand seemed to know what Jack instructed and said calmly, "I have already asked someone to deal with the cafe's surveillance cameras and witnesses." He contacted Steven soon after Genevieve started bashing Sylvie. Otherwise, it would be troublesome if someone at the cafe shot a video with their phone and posted it on the Web. Jack smiled upon hearing that Armand had arranged everything. "Thank you, Mr. Faulkner, for dealing with the surveillance cameras and treating my wife's injury. If there is an award for an outstanding ex-husband, I believe you will get first prize." Armand ignored Jack's mockery and tossed the wet tissue he was using into the trash can. Then, he left ahead of them. Steven was already waiting for him outside. After Armand got into the car, Steven headed to the driver's seat. He drove the car away from the cafe and glanced at Armand from the rear view mirror. "Our man in Dartan has sent us news. He found out that Sylvie's mother had been abducted and sold to Dartan as a young lady. It was the same time as when Old Mr. Zeigler's second daughter went missing. Dartan even has a record on that." Steven could not help but sigh after saying that. Everyone thought Sylvie had grown up in a slum in Dartan and worked in the entertainment industry for many years. She became famous after her role in Jack's film, For Elise. When her scandalous photos broke out last night, everyone thought she would be ruined. However, no one expected to find someone had wiped out the news in thirty minutes. It turned out Sylvie had transformed from an impoverished girl into a member of the Zeigler family. She became Old Mr. Faulkner's granddaughter, giving her a prominent background.