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Chapter 751

The spectators shook their heads as they saw what was happening through the screen. What a shame. If Evan or anyone else used this car, they'd be in the first place by now. Yet, in her hands, it's practically useless!

However, just as everyone thought that, Nathalia suddenly jumped from last to sixth place after making a sharp turn skilfully.

Then, at the next four frightening turns, she overtook Evan and now led the race.

After sending Evan and the others to the back of the line, the woman sped up to such a degree that no one could surpass her again.

Ultimately, she was the first to reach the finish line.

The crowd froze for a second before jumping to their feet and breaking out in applause.

Harry came in second, and he dashed out of his car toward Nathalia before it had come to a complete stop. "Those were some of the most beautiful consecutive turns I've ever seen! Even I wouldn't dare do that!"

"You were amazing out there," he complimented her genuinely. "I've been racing for so long, but no one's ever mentioned you before."

Harry pretty much knew every high-ranking racer in the country and would usually take part in their gatherings, but he had never heard of someone like Nathalia before.

In fact, it was only after hearing from Evan that he learned she was Cooper's younger sister.

"That's not surprising. I don't mingle around in the circle or race much, to begin with," Nathalia responded while tossing him her keys. "Here you go."

Harry grabbed hold of them and stilled briefly. "But I lost."

"You didn't lose. I did," the woman insisted, smiling while crossing her arms and leaning against her car. "I saw the look Evan gave you and the other racers. You guys deliberately slowed down toward the end of the race. I'm not a good racer; I just own a good car. That means I'm no match for any of you."

Upon getting busted, Evan shrugged and let out a chuckle. "Well, we just wanted to act like gentlemen. Don't be so modest, though. You really are an expert. You're better than any top-tier female racer out there."

Harry was beyond overjoyed to receive his dream car. "Thank you. Dinner's on me tonight."

Nathalia laughed. "I won't hold back then."

Meanwhile, Yuvan was in a daze after watching what had happened from outside the tracks.

He had thought Nathalia was joking and couldn't race very well, and yet, she had actually won.

Then, after the race had ended, the man felt a sense of familiarity as he watched Nathalia toss her keys toward Harry while the few of them stood together and chatted away happily.

On the way to dinner, Yuvan sat in the same car as Nathalia.

"There are so many race clubs out there, but you chose to join the Gliders. Is it because you knew Harry would be there too?" the man asked directly.

"I didn't," Nathalia answered. "I wouldn't even have known that he's part of the Homptons if you hadn't told me."

Yuvan refused to believe her. "I still remember what you did to me."

Despite being an artist and not interacting much with others, he was still an intellectual. Ever since his grandfather's birthday celebration, he had understood that Genevieve dropping by the art gallery was no coincidence.

At present, the woman popped a piece of mint candy into her mouth. "I know, but I didn't do it. It was my older sister," she replied in a casual tone.

"Are you kidding me right now?" The corner of Yuvan's mouth twitched as he scrutinized the woman.

I've done my research! Mr. and Mrs. Rachford only have one daughter!

Suddenly, Nathalia grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look at her. "Do you think I enjoy teasing or messing with you?" she asked, her minty breath wafting into the latter's nostrils.

Yuvan didn't hate the way she looked or spoke to him; rather, he felt his heart skip a beat.

The woman swiftly let go of him and leaned into her seat lazily. "If you don't believe me, why don't you talk to Coop?"

With that, Yuvan did as she suggested and dialed Cooper's number. "Does Genevieve have a younger sister?" he asked, getting straight to the point.

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"Yup," Cooper replied over the phone.

Nathalia and Genevieve had such different personalities that even if Cooper tried to lie, those who had interacted with Genevieve before would see through him.

Moreover, since he also needed Yuvan to look after Nathalia, he decided to be honest.

That one word of acknowledgment was enough to send Yuvan—a man who could shut himself in his studio for two whole months while still maintaining his peace-into a state of unease, and he stared at Nathalia in disbelief.

He thought back to when he had bumped into her at the bar that night. I thought she just had a change in character after getting a new haircut.

The man had never expected her to have dissociative identity disorder.

Meanwhile, despite Harry being a part of the Homptons-a family involved in politics for its past three generations-he certainly didn't look like a typical government official's son.

This man had just reached adulthood earlier in January. Tall and slender, he had thin lips, black hair, and seemingly inexhaustible energy. He looked handsome and adorable at the same time with that smile of his and had an outgoing personality.

Like most men, Harry was adventurous and fun-loving, and he especially loved racing, skiing, and surfing.

During dinner, he sat next to Nathalia, talking to her in a way so affable that even his closest friends had never been treated this way.

Evan glanced at them and leaned over to Yuvan. "See that? It sure is nice being rich."

He knew that Harry had had his eyes on that sports car ever since his birthday, but the former just didn't have the connections nor money to buy it for him.

"Did Cooper tell her to come?" Evan whispered again.

The elections were coming up in Xedells, and everyone knew who was going to win this time.

In truth, Evan didn't genuinely want to buy that sports car; the man simply thought it would make a fitting gift for Harry and help strengthen his family's ties with the Homptons. Yet, he failed to get the car. Yuvan shook his head. "It's not like Cooper makes any money from Xedells. There's no point in him getting involved."

He, too, had once suspected Nathalia's true motive of taking part in the race. It then came to his realization that there was no need for Cooper to involve himself.

Evan felt Yuvan had a point, but he was still perplexed. "Then why is she being so nice to Harry? We even let her win, but she ended up giving the car to him." Suddenly, the former had a bold idea. "Do you think... she's into Harry because of his puppy-like personality?"

Yuvan was speechless.

There's no way Genevieve would be into guys like Harry, but considering that she's now Nathalia, along with all the things she's done for the past two days...

The more Yuvan pondered over Evan's words, the more he thought they made sense.

Evan gasped as he noticed Yuvan gazing at Nathalia inexplicably. "Did I just hit the nail on the head?"

The latter rubbed his temples in angst.

The group headed to Remark Bar after dinner.

At that moment, Yuvan received a call from the Zeigler residence's housekeeper. Herbert had coughed blood again and required Yuvan to return home. Thus, before leaving, the young man dragged Evan to a corner and asked him to keep an eye on Genevieve.

As soon as the rest of the group entered the large karaoke room, an attendant knocked on the door and let several people in.

One of them was a tall man whose features looked vague under the dim light. Upon entering the room, he walked toward Harry and called out to him.

His voice cut across the lively atmosphere, sounding especially grounded.

Harry was in the midst of telling Nathalia about his ski trip in Horbah when he looked up and spotted the tall man. "Jerry! Come sit down!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.

Instead of sitting next to Harry, the man took a seat on another couch.

"Let me introduce you to each other." Harry pointed at Nathalia, who was seated next to him. "This is Genevieve Rachford, a friend I just made."

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"I know him," Nathalia remarked, smiling carefreely while cupping her face with her hand.

When he sat down earlier, she had already taken a proper glance at the man's face. She just didn't expect Harry to be this close to an artist like him.

Jerry's lips curled as he eyed her briefly. "We're acquainted, but this is our first time seeing each other in person."

"How did you guys meet?" Harry prompted.

Jerry grabbed a glass of champagne and took a couple of sips. "I met my current sugar mommy through her."

"Pfft! " Evan spewed a mouthful of liquor. "Are you that broke that you've resorted to selling your own body, Jerry?"

"I wouldn't have chosen to appear on TV if I weren't broke." The man shrugged as he leaned back into the couch. Unlike the elegant, gentlemanly character he portrayed on TV, there was something feral about his real-life presence.

"My body's worth a lot, you know? If you guys were to do what I do, those sugar mommies probably wouldn't even spare you ten grand.”

"You're unbelievable, Jerry." Evan truly admired him.

Harry knew Jerry well enough to not have to press him for answers. Meanwhile, Nathalia continued smiling while occasionally taking a sip of her champagne, not having much of a conversation with Jerry. The private room maintained its loud ambience.

After a few glasses of champagne, Nathalia needed to use the restroom. Seeing that the private room's cubicle was occupied, she headed outside.

The woman walked toward the public restroom, pretending as though she hadn't noticed someone following her.

Making a turn, she glanced at a corner of the ceiling discreetly. After confirming there were no surveillance cameras, she reduced her walking speed before suddenly grabbing the person behind her and barging into an empty private room.

To maintain the privacy of its clients, all of Remark Bar's rooms had no glass windows.

The room plunged into darkness once again as the door closed.

Nathalia pinned the man against the wall. When her eyes had adapted to the darkness a few seconds later and she had caught a glimpse of the man's features, she stood on her toes, looped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips hard against his.

The man readily bent forward, placed a hand on her waist, and pulled her closer to him, returning the kiss.

He soon became the dominant one, feeling his core tighten as he sucked on the woman's sweet, champagne-flavored lips.

It wasn't long before Nathalia felt her knees weaken. She was running out of breath.

However, she returned to her senses at the realization that she was no longer the one in control and bit the man's lip furiously, refusing to let go even after tasting blood in her mouth.

Armand didn't stop either. Instead, he held her tighter and brushed the tip of his tongue against her lower lip.

Finally, Nathalia let go of him and licked the blood off his lips while clinging harder to his neck, afraid her legs would give way.

"Would you have allowed yourself to be dragged into a dark room by just anyone?" she demanded coldly.

"Of course not." The man's breath tickled her lips as he chuckled. "I had my suspicions all this while, but I knew it was you the moment you grabbed onto me. Did you recognize me too?"

"Aren't you Jerry Pann?" Nathalia bluffed, gazing into the man's eyes. "The pretty boy who claims his body is worth so much? I'll pay you to serve me, how about that?"

Her words evoked Armand's jealousy in an instant.

Pushing her against the wall, the man began to kiss her hard once again, letting go of her only when she was about to suffocate.

"Jerry's family is currently serving the Homptons," Armand explained in frustration. "He and Harry get along well too. They even go surfing together sometimes. All those guys back there know what Jerry's like." Realization dawned on Genevieve. "I was wondering why an artist seemed to be so close to the Homptons."

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Feeling bothered by the coldness of the wall, she got up slightly and placed all her weight on the man's arms. "Aren't you afraid of the real Jerry suddenly showing up?"

"No. He always just stays in his condo."

Genevieve reached forward to touch the man's cheeks. After moving to his forehead, she pulled a thin, mask-like sheet from his face.

Then, she reached for the light switch behind her and illuminated the room.

The woman's breath hitched as she gazed at the familiar figure before her and ran her fingers along his face. As always, those eyes of his were pitch-black and had a hint of amusement within them.

She then leaned over to kiss away the droplets of blood on his lips gently, and Armand responded in kind.

"It's been so long since I last saw you," Genevieve said after a long kiss, her voice sounding slightly hoarse.

Although Armand had met her while disguised as Bruce, that technically still wasn't him. The woman had also realized that she wasn't hallucinating when she saw him in his true form the past few times. Genevieve knew how jealous this man was. It was only natural that he didn't want to look like someone else while being intimate with her.

She gave him another peck and peered into his eyes. "Did you miss me?"

"Every second of the day," Armand admitted. "But I feel guilty more than anything. We wouldn't have had to be apart for this long if I'd just been honest about my feelings."

"It must've been hard, huh?" Despite feeling overjoyed to be reunited, tears threatened to spill from Genevieve's eyes.

Armand was such a proud individual, yet he had to disguise himself as other people, even going so far as to take on their respective temperaments and personalities as though becoming their shadow. All this just so he could stay by her side.

"No." The man kissed her cheek gently. "Because I know how much you've done for me."

He now owed her his life just from her giving him two children.

Genevieve pressed her forehead against his. "You've yearned for and loved only one person all this while, just like how I've loved only you. Now, I know that no matter how many years go by, and no matter how much the world around us changes, we'll always be together."

Armand felt a lump in his throat upon hearing the woman's forthright confession. "Keeping you by my side is the best thing I've ever done my whole life," he declared as emotions surged within him.

Had she never captured his attention back at the church and spurred him to find out more about her, things would not have turned out this way between them today.

Without her, his life would have remained dull and lonesome.

Worried about her feeling tired, Armand carried her over to a couch and sat down, placing her on his lap.

"Your acting skills are impeccable," the man commented while running his fingers through her short messy hair. "We all thought you really have dissociative personality disorder. Jack hates this side of you so much that he's contacted a hypnotist."

"If my acting skills are that good, how did you find out?" Genevieve asked, fondling his chin with her hand.

Armand chuckled. "You exposed yourself at Cooper's place that night."

Only Genevieve would play with his hair, neck, or fingers when she was bored. A personality like Nathalia's would not do that.

The more he thought about it these past two days, the more his suspicions grew.

Hence, upon learning that Genevieve had come to Baykeep and that she knew Harry, Evan, and Jerry, he decided to see her while masquerading as Jerry.

The man tilted his head and kissed her fingers. "You did exactly what you're doing now that night."

Genevieve didn't expect Armand to see through her just from her subtle actions. "Your acting skills aren't too bad either, mister," she remarked with a pout.

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She snaked her arms around his neck and grinned. "I can't believe a man in his near-forties who's never acted before would actually manage to impersonate a renowned actor like Bruce Gable. And to think he even pulled off a character like Jerry Pann!"

"Near-forties? I'm not even thirty-eight yet," Armand refuted sternly, taking offense at her mention of his age.

"What's the difference? You'll be forty sooner or later." Genevieve giggled. "How about you transform yourself into Bruce permanently? He's got such a handsome face, and at least your acting skills won't go to waste."

With a narrow of his eyes, Armand seized her face with his hands and kissed her violently.

"Stop it!" The woman pushed him away.

Her lips were now moist and a little swollen after all those kisses.

She glared at him while touching her lower lip. "I have to go back soon! If those guys see my lips looking like this, there's no way they'd believe me if I told them I just went to the bathroom! They'd think I went to find myself a man!"

"Isn't that man holding onto you right now?" Armand teased.

Genevieve was so exasperated that she didn't want to talk to him.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Don't be mad." The man gave her another kiss.

While disguising himself as Bruce, Armand had shot many films while at the same time learning how most couples got along with one another.

He then placed Genevieve's hand in his. "You made a deal with Lilian when she kidnapped you in Baykeep, didn't you? What does she want from you?" he asked.

"It's not that she wants anything from me. I'm the one who wanted to figure something out," Genevieve clarified. "That's why I pretended to have dissociative personality disorder. I wanted to distract Jack using Nathalia."

She then looked up. "Mando, if what I do causes us to lose everything, would you be afraid?"

Smiling, Armand pulled her hand toward him and gave it a peck. "I never had anything from the start. You and the children are the only ones who gave my life meaning. Nothing else matters." Genevieve appeared pleased with his answer.

"Just keep trusting me like you do," she reminded, kissing him as a reward. "I won't make you wait too long this time..."

She paused briefly. "Any longer and you'd be fifty then."

Armand grew irritated but didn't know how to respond.

Genevieve wanted to spend more time with him, but she knew she had been out for too long, and Jack's men were still watching her from the shadows.

After freshening up and reapplying her lipstick in the restroom, she headed back to the karaoke room.

When Armand returned a few minutes later, Evan snickered at him while glancing at his own phone. "What a coincidence, huh, Jerry? Your sugar mommy so happens to be at Remark too, so I told a waiter to get her."

Armand froze.

Genevieve stilled briefly too before shooting him a glare. He had to pretend to be Jerry, of all people! What is he going to do about Charlotte now?

"It's fine," Armand insisted, turning around in an attempt to slip away. "I'll go get her myself—"

Yet, as soon as he tried to leave, the door flew open.

There stood Charlotte, clad in a strapless Dior embroidered top and a mini skirt. She certainly looked like a socialite with her regal presence.

Her eyes lit up the moment she spotted Jerry, and she charged toward him immediately. "Jerry!"

Armand hastily grabbed onto her hands while stepping back, ensuring she couldn't wrap her arms around him or kiss him.

Charlotte stared at him wide-eyed for a few seconds before lashing out at him. "Not only did you not hug me, but you shoved me away too?"

"The room's full of people," Armand responded in Jerry's manner, continuing to grasp her hands.

Charlotte glanced at the crowd. Indeed, there was quite a number of people in here, but she refused to give in. "But all those times

I visited you while you were filming, you never returned my kisses..."

Suddenly, she froze before leaning forward to sniff the man.

"It's no wonder you didn't let me hug you." The woman's smile vanished instantly as she glared at him. "Were you just with another woman?"

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Armand tensed up for a split second but quickly regained his demeanor. "Some drunk chick threw herself at me when I came over. I'm guessing that's when she got her perfume on me," he elaborated, sounding defeated. "There are cameras around. You can check them out."

As a woman herself, Charlotte knew how quickly the smell of perfume could transfer over and linger on one's clothing.

Seemingly believing his words, she calmed down slightly-only to then notice the man's lip.

It looks like someone just bit it!

"So, are you going to tell me that it's the same woman who bit your lip?" she demanded while scrutinizing the injury, looking as though she could explode at any moment.

Armand was stumped.

The entire room fell silent as everyone was petrified by Charlotte's interrogation.

Being the first to compose himself, Evan hurriedly walked over and facepalmed upon noticing the man's injured lip. He could obviously guess what his friend had just been up to.

I shouldn't have called Charlotte over.

"You see, we were just playing a round of Pass the Paper, but Jerry accidentally bit his own lip!" he exclaimed, trying to spin the perfect lie.

He then turned to everyone else there. "You all saw that happen too, right, guys?"

"Yeah! That's right!" Some of them quickly nodded in agreement while waving some playing cards at Charlotte. "See? The cards are still here!"

Yet, Charlotte sneered. "Do you guys take me for an idiot?"

"No," Evan replied sheepishly.

The woman then turned to Armand and was about to say something when she looked down and noticed his bare fmger.

Then, she lost it. "You're not wearing the ring?"

Armand stilled momentarily. I'm not even Jerry. Why the hell should I wear it? "The ring you gave is just too precious, so I left it at my condo. I didn't want to accidentally lose it," he explained calmly. "You think I'd believe that? You scumbag!" Fuming, the woman began to hit him with her purse.

"You're dead! Dead, I tell you!" she enunciated before shoving Evan aside and leaving the room.

The tall man nearly lost his balance from that shove.

Holding onto the door to avoid falling over, Evan then turned to Armand meekly. "Don't blame me for this, Jerry. I have nothing to say about you hitting on other women, but if you were gonna let someone bite your lip like that, you should've told me so I wouldn't have had your sugar mommy drop by."

Amelia rubbed his temples before glancing at the woman who had bitten his lip.

Upon meeting his gaze, Genevieve merely sipped on her champagne and feigned innocence, as though telling him: Well, what about it? It's not like I called Charlotte over.

Armand left after a few exchanges with the group. Then, he called Jerry, hoping the latter could appease Charlotte.

Alas, neither Genevieve nor Armand had expected tonight's ordeal to result in a chain reaction.

After returning to Jadeborough, Charlotte invited her friends for a drink and got wasted for the first time, spending the rest of the night cursing Jerry while in tears. Then, Timothy came to pick her up, although it was unknown who had called him over.

The woman cried even harder as she clung to him while staggering.

"I'm going to marry you, Timothy! Let's get married tomorrow!" she screamed.

There so happened to be paparazzi trailing her at that very moment, and after they uploaded the footage of her with Timothy to the internet, the netizens were in an uproar.

Just last week, Jeremiah and Timothy had gone to Forlisle Group together.

Jeremiah had summoned a directors' meeting to announce his deteriorating health and Timothy's role in the group's future. In other words, Timothy had been officially named the next leader of Forlisle Group.

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Everyone knew that Charlotte and Timothy had a close relationship. In fact, there had been rumors of them getting married.

After watching that video, they were all wholly convinced that the Jensen and Benson families were really going to have a marriage alliance.

Timothy's family was a giant in the medical industry, while Charlotte had a father who was a mogul in the real estate industry. Thus, a marriage between the two families would only make them stronger.

As the internet was abuzz with the two families' marriage alliance, Forlisle Medical and Benson Corporation's share prices skyrocketed several times a day. Consequently, the shareholders were all over the moon.

When Johanna saw that piece of news, she was so livid that she wanted to rip Timothy into a thousand pieces.

She phoned the man, but no one answered.

Great, just great!

She deleted all his contact information and forbade the housekeeper from allowing him entry into the house.

Then, she asked Genevieve out for a drink. In order to keep her act up, Genevieve had no choice but to change her tone and claim to be Genevieve's sister after meeting up with Johanna. "What did you just say?" Stumped, Johanna gaped at her for a long time.

Despite knowing a lot and understanding Genevieve very well, the latter's acting skills were so good that she also bought into the story of Genevieve having a dissociative identity disorder.

Nonetheless, she wasn't in the mood to bother about that since she was presently enraged and aggrieved. Dragging Genevieve to the club for a drink, she tossed a stack of bills at the manager. "Bring me the best hosts here!"

Seizing the opportunity while the manager went out with the money, Genevieve hastily texted Armand.

Shortly after, seven or eight handsome men entered the private room.

It was a high-end club, so the high-quality hosts were indeed exceptional. They were all tall, with slender waists and long legs. A few of them even had looks comparable to male celebrities. Sitting on the couch, Johanna pointed at one of the men in the line. "You, come here."

The man in a black shirt hastened over and sat down beside her.

Johanna was very much considerate toward Genevieve. Waving a hand, she had the two most handsome men keep the latter company.

Hemmed in by two men who fed her wine and fruits, Genevieve felt chills running down her spine. Yet, she couldn't order them to leave.

Didn't Jack assign some men to keep an eye on me? Where are they? Oh God, come out quickly! And why hasn't Mando told Timothy to come over?

Without warning, the private room door was pushed open forcefully before Timothy stalked in. At a single glance, he caught sight of Johanna on the couch with a man sitting beside her. He strode over and regarded the man menacingly. "Buzz off!"

The man in the black shirt shuddered.

Just when he was about to make a run for it, Johanna grabbed his arm.

She had drunk several glasses of champagne by then, so her cheeks were flushed. Glaring at Timothy, she barked, "What right do you have to order someone I called over to buzz off?" Then, she instructed the man, "Just stay here. Pour me another glass of champagne."

Gritting his teeth, Timothy reined in his temper and explained to Johanna, "I only missed your call because I was busy dealing with some matters today and forgot my phone. Lottie was drunk yesterday, so her father asked me to go over..."

When he received a call from Charlotte's friends last night, he told them to send Charlotte home and hung up the phone.

However, he then received a call from Jiminy.

Jimmy was exceedingly worried about Charlotte, afraid that she would go gallivanting with her friends in her inebriated state and make the headlines the next day. Hence, he asked Timothy to pick her up. It so happened that Timothy's car had just passed by No Man's Land, so he went into the bar and dragged Charlotte out.

Charlotte had many ex-boyfriends, so Timothy had never expected her to be so devastated over her breakup this time. She threw herself at him and wailed at the top of her lungs, clinging to him tightly despite him trying to pry her off.

Half-dragging her out, he wanted to stuff her into the car and have someone drive her home, but she unexpectedly clamored about marrying him in her drunken state.

Johanna unceremoniously cut Timothy's explanation off. “Do you think I'm really blind to the fact that Charlotte has a boyfriend? Even if she broke up with her boyfriend and got herself hammered, couldn't her father ask the driver to pick her up? Her father called you to go over, yet you didn't decline. Isn't that proof that you want to marry her?

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Timothy felt that it was far less frustrating to be buried in documents from morning to night than to be in his situation then. "My car happened to pass by there, so I went and picked her up. How would I know that she would say such things, and there would be journalists nearby?"

Ticked off, Johanna gave a bark of laughter. "So, you went to pick her up because you happened to pass by there? Should I be lauding you for your kindness then, Mr. Jensen?" While saying that, she even lifted her hands and clapped.

Timothy massaged his temples. Verily, he didn't want to get into it with her. "Why would I come here if I don't want to explain things to you? Can you please be reasonable?"

Johanna turned to Genevieve. "Did you hear what he said? He actually said that I'm being unreasonable!"

With her head pounding, Genevieve walked over to her and pulled the man beside her away. "Mr. Benson and Mr. Jensen's relationship is close. It was indeed awkward for Timothy to decline when Mr. Jensen had phoned him personally."

Timothy swept his gaze over her in surprise, seemingly discerning something.

"He won't fall in love with Charlotte. Besides, Charlotte was inebriated then and was merely spouting off in her drunken stupor," Genevieve asserted.

"She wasn't spouting off in her drunken stupor. Instead, she's serious. After all, she has even published a Twitter post!" Johanna sneered.

At once, Genevieve whipped out her phone. She then saw that Charlotte had posted a Twitter post with her account ten minutes ago, thanking everyone for their wishes and assuring them that she would make an announcement when the wedding date had been set.

The instant Timothy glimpsed that from her phone, his expression darkened.

"I'll give her a call." He unlocked his phone.

"What's the use of giving her a call? It's far better that you go and talk to her face to face. May you both beget a child soon. Asel's custody will be mine henceforth," Johanna uttered calmly.

Stilling, Timothy jerked his head up and pinned his gaze on her. "You don't believe me no matter how I explain?"

"We've long since divorced, so I don't need your explanation. I've got no objections even if the two of you were to get married today." Johanna wore an indifferent expression.

The corners of Timothy's eyes twitched, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Fine! I'll do as you wish and marry Charlotte as soon as possible. Remember to attend our wedding. I'll definitely welcome you with open arms!" His voice was as cold as ice, every single word forced out from between his teeth.

After saying that, he spun on his heels and left.

Just when Genevieve was about to chase after him, the private room door was pushed open once more, admitting two tall bodyguards in black.

One of the bodyguards scanned the room. As soon as he spotted the few hosts sitting on the couch, his brows quirked. "Ms.

Rachford, Mr. Valentine urges you to watch yourself. Otherwise..."

Genevieve promptly changed her tone. "Otherwise, he'll kill me? Tell him to do it, then!"

Because of the bodyguards' presence, she couldn't say anything to Johanna. Nevertheless, Johanna was seemingly not sad anymore, clamoring that she wanted to get wasted that night.

After returning to her condominium at a little over eleven o'clock, Genevieve checked the house before going to the bathroom to phone Armand.

"Has Jerry succeeded in mollifying Charlotte?"

On the other end of the phone, Armand sighed helplessly. "No. Charlotte is foaming at the mouth. She phoned everyone in the industry and cut off all of his resources in an effort to blacklist him. That aside, she blocked all his contacts."

Jerry had only joined the entertainment industry to kill time, so it didn't matter to him even if he was blacklisted.

Genevieve had never expected Charlotte to visit Baykeep, much less patronize Remark Bar. She couldn't help chastising Armand, "Who asked you to borrow Jerry's identity? Couldn't you continue using Bruce's identity?"

"How was I to go there when Bruce isn't acquainted with Evan and the others?" Exasperation inundated Armand.

"Well, why did you have to go to Baykeep?"

"I missed you too much."

That simple remark of his dissipated Genevieve's wrath in the blink of an eye. "You should have had Jerry ask Charlotte for her location. Then, things wouldn't be so troublesome," she muttered. Subsequently, she added, "If I'd known, I wouldn't have bitten you."

Chuckling softly, Armand coaxed, "Be good and don't be angry anymore. I'll have Cooper seek Timothy out and talk to him. Even if he wants to marry Charlotte in defiance, I'll make it so that he can't do so." Relief suffused Genevieve that he would handle the matter.

No sooner had she hung up the phone than someone knocked on the bathroom door hard, giving her a fright.

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Rosa wouldn't do such a thing.

Surmising the identity of the person outside the door, Genevieve adjusted her expression in front of the mirror before going over to open the bathroom door.

"Is something the matter, my dear brother-in-law?"

A gleam of chilliness flashed across Jack's eyes. He didn't say anything, merely stalking toward her while exuding a frosty aura that rendered one close to suffocating.

Genevieve's heart jolted, and she forcefully suppressed her desire to back away.

She knew how smart he was, and the slightest flaw on her part would render her efforts in the past few days in vain.

If that happened, all her subsequent plans would fail.

She stood there without budging an inch. When the man had reached her, she lifted her hands and allowed them to rove over his shirt. Her ruby-red lips curved into a smirk. "Are you here to take a bath with me?"

Her fingers wandered to his unfastened button to brush over his sharp collarbones.

"Here, I'll help you."

Before her hands could make any contact with his skin, Jack abruptly grabbed hold of them. He put distance between them both and gripped her wrists hard.

The pain had Genevieve letting out a hiss.

Throwing her a cold look, Jack forcibly dragged her to the living room and flung her at the couch before handing her a few pills and a glass of water.

Genevieve eyed the pills in his palm. The corners of her lips turned up, and she drawled, "Aren't you too naive, my dear brother-in-law? Hadn't I said that hypnosis and medication won't work on me unless you kill me?"

His eyes narrowing a fraction, Jack enunciated icily, "Do you want me to personally 'feed' you?"

Fear swamped Genevieve as she caught the murderous intent in his voice. She obediently took the pills from him and swallowed them, even opening her mouth for him to check.

Sweeping his gaze over her face. Jack shot his hand out and grasped her chin. Once again, he warned, "If you were to be alone with any man with her body, I'd have the bodyguards following you break your legs, then have you witness that man's end with your own eyes."

After saying that, he whirled around and went back to his room.

Genevieve furtively breathed a sigh of relief. Upon returning to her room, she locked the bathroom door and stuck her finger into her throat, throwing up everything in her stomach.

Although she was feigning dissociative personality disorder, the medicine might be harmful, so it was better to retch it up.

Fortunately, it was in the form of pills, so they hadn't melted completely after she swallowed them.

When Genevieve had finished tossing her cookies, she turned on the tap and cupped some water to rinse her mouth. I've got to find that person as soon as possible. Otherwise, it'll be troublesome if the hypnotist Jack sought out arrives!

After obtaining the phone from the lost and found counter at the hospital that night and listening to the recording within, she had secretly sought the help of a private investigator.

The private investigator had connections in General Hospital of Baykeep, so he had secured the surveillance footage Genevieve wanted with a bit of money.

From the surveillance footage, Genevieve saw a woman entering Melissa's hospital room. They talked for less than ten minutes before she left the hospital room.

She wore a wide-brimmed hat and deliberately kept her head lowered, so the surveillance cameras couldn't capture her countenance. However, the private investigator found out that the car that dropped the woman off belonged to the Qualls family. That same car was used by the master and mistress of the family whenever they went out to shop or attend gatherings with friends.

The couple were classmates during high school who later got married. In other words, they had been acquainted for a long time.

After much investigation, Genevieve discovered that the car was Luciana Hyland's exclusive car, and no other woman in the Qualls family had ever borrowed it.

With that, she was certain that the woman was Charice.

Unfortunately, the Qualls family had a high status in Baykeep. Besides, Genevieve had no ties with Luciana, so it was difficult for her to meet the latter.

Therefore, she had the private investigator look into the friends of Luciana's son. Unexpectedly, the results indicated that Yuvan and Evan were classmates. Most importantly, the two of them were close. Having learned about that, she intentionally investigated Yu van's whereabouts. For that reason, she had brought Finn to the bar and concocted an accidental meeting with him.

Chapter 760

Genevieve was still waiting for Yuvan to text her, but unexpectedly, the man came when Cooper wanted to bring her to Landon's house.

She initially planned to give the top-notch sports car to Evan to win him over so that it would be easier to find an opportunity to visit his house and meet his mother.

However, when she later saw that Harry was also there, she gave the sports car to the latter in consideration of the Hompton family's status in Xedells.

Genevieve went into the bathroom and took a shower. When she stepped back into her bedroom and picked her phone up on the bedside table, she saw a lot of WhatsApp messages, including one from Harry Harry texted: There's a basketball game at the stadium on the sixth, Genevieve. Are you interested in going to watch the game?

Genevieve hesitated for a moment before she replied in the affirmative.

After chatting with the man at the bar for over an hour last night, she had a basic understanding of him. He was the type of person who was enthusiastic and impetuous. As long as someone had similar interests to him, he would regard the person as a friend and extend an invitation to tag along when there was something fun.

Genevieve agreed to go because she knew that Evan and Harry were good friends. Evan also liked basketball, so he would undoubtedly be going as well.

Soon, Genevieve flew over to Baykeep and booked a long-term stay at a hotel. Not only did she watch the basketball game with Harry and the others, but she also watched gaming tournaments with them. Harry's vacation started on Friday, so they all chartered a plane and flew to Ferropene to surf.

Having played with the energetic bunch for a period, she discovered that it was also rather tiring to do nothing but play.

Despite her exhaustion, she had luckily gotten herself familiar with Evan and the others.

Evan added her into a group chat that was similar to the group Charlotte had added her to. There were only a few friends who were quite close in the group.

Evan sent a message in the group that read: Someone gifted my dad a box of top-notch wagyu beef. Would you guys like to have a taste?

The instant Genevieve saw that message popping out, she immediately ended her video call with Armand and replied: I heard that your mother learned cooking from a Jetroinian chef. Do we have the privilege to have a taste?

Harry: I want to have a taste, too! I only have one class this afternoon, so I'll go to Baykeep and look for you after class.

Genevieve: It so happens that I went over to Baykeep to buy some things today. What time does your class end? Let's go to Evan's house together!

Evan: Do come. I'll let you all taste my mother's cooking tonight!

Apart from Genevieve and Harry, the rest of the people in the group were in other states. They all had something to do and couldn't return to Baykeep, so they could only watch from afar.

After hanging up the phone, Genevieve promptly showered and changed before rushing over to Xedells.

In order to make it believable that she came over to Xedells to buy some things, she went as far as going to a luxury retail store and choosing a few handbags and clothes.

When she went downstairs, she vaguely glimpsed someone familiar from the elevator on the other side.

The woman was wearing a mask and cap, concealing her features. Nonetheless, Genevieve recognized her as Sylvie at a single glance. The person standing beside her was none other than Zayne. Sylvie seemed to be talking to Zayne, but her expression was indiscernible since her face was obscured. However, judging from her occasionally lifting her hand and slapping at the man, coupled with the man's bright smile, they seemed to be chatting happily.

In no time, the elevator reached the ground. Genevieve couldn't see them anymore, so she retracted her gaze.

Sylvie is really something else. Now that she has been exposed for masquerading as Old Mr. Zeigler's granddaughter, she's making her move against someone from the Zeigler family directly. Is she hoping to be his granddaughter-in-law since she can't be his granddaughter? If Old Mr. Zeigler were to learn about this, he'd probably keel over for real this time.

While Genevieve wasn't familiar with the Zeigler family, Yuvan had once helped her. That aside, she heard that Zayne had received a recommendation to the University of Political Science and Law, and his future was limitless.

Thus, she didn't want that rising star to be ruined at Sylvie's hand.

Genevieve took out her phone. Moments after she had sent a message, she received a WhatsApp message from Harry, saying that his class would be over soon. Hence, she took a taxi to Xedells University.