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Chapter 761

Right after the taxi arrived at the university gates, Genevieve spotted Harry standing outside the gates with his head lowered as he looked at his phone. "Harry!" She wound the car window down and called out to him.

Harry lifted his head, only to lock gazes with her. His eyes were ebony in color, and his long eyebrows were slightly curved upward, forming an alluring peak.

His eyes lit up when he caught sight of Genevieve, and he strode over to her.

Genevieve was stunned for a moment, a strange feeling rising within her. Without allowing her time to ponder upon it, Harry had already swung open the car door and climbed into the car. His clean and sweet aroma swept over her.

Seeing that she was spacing out, Harry waved his hand in her face. "Are you okay, Genevieve?"

"I'm fine." Genevieve swiftly snapped back to her senses and handed him a cup of milkshake.

Initially, they could take the subway straight to Baykeep. Unfortunately, that route was under maintenance that week, so they could only go by car via the highway.

Harry thanked her with a grin. Inserting the straw, he drank two sips of milkshake before he asked out of the blue, "Genevieve, I forgot to ask you this back then-do you have a boyfriend?" "Nope." Chortling, Genevieve added, "But I have a husband."

Harry lowered his eyes, seemingly very much disappointed. Following that, he couldn't help asking, "I've never seen you calling him. Has your relationship with him fractured?"

Genevieve perceptively discerned something from his tone. Just when she was about to speak, the taxi took a hard hit.

Caught off guard, she hurtled forward. Fortunately, Harry was quick to react and held her arm back. Otherwise, her head would have slammed into the front seat.

Before they could compose themselves, the taxi had already been surrounded by several black cars.

The taxi driver had a man with a black hood outside the car pointing a gun at his head, so he tremblingly unlocked the car doors. At once, someone yanked the car door open and dragged Genevieve and Harry out, slipping a black hood over their heads.

Even after they had been shoved into another car, Genevieve was still in shock.

Jack's bodyguards had been following her after she arrived in Xedells. Upon arriving at the university, she saw another car, probably bodyguards sent by the Hompton family to protect Harry. Why are the two factions gone?

Her hands were bound and her head covered, so she couldn't see anything. She could only sense that the car drove for a while before stopping someplace. They were pushed out of the car. After that, the sound of a steel door slamming shut rang out.

When the messy footsteps around Genevieve faded away, she could hear rapid breathing from beside her, one indicating a fast heart rate and difficulty breathing. "Harry? How are you doing?" Following the sound of the breathing, she scooted over.

After Harry heard her voice, his panic abated significantly. His teeth chattering, he stammered, "It's so dark, Genevieve. I can't see anything... I'm scared..." His breathing started picking up speed once more.

Genevieve comforted him gently, explaining, "You're wearing a hood, so you can't see anything. Don't panic. I'll help you remove the hood."

Turning her hands over, she used her moveable fingers to feel the hood on Harry's face and yanked it off him.

A few seconds later, Harry broke down. "There's only blackness before my eyes! I can't see anything... Where are you, Genevieve? I'm so scared..."

"I'm here." Afraid that he would pass out from hyperventilating, Genevieve scooted forward and poked him with a finger.

Having discovered her existence, Harry instantly leaned over and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Genevieve was exceedingly uneasy, sensing him plastered against her, but she quickly noticed that his body was trembling incessantly. If it weren't for the fact that his hands were immobile, he would have probably hugged her tightly.

"Calm down. I heard the sound of a door slamming shut earlier, so this is most likely a small shed." She allowed him to lean against her even as she coaxed softly, "They probably took us here for the money." After all, kidnappers only abducted people for the sake of getting their hands on money. They knew the kind of people they couldn't afford to kill.

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Harry grunted in acknowledgment. But still, he was terribly anxious.

At that, Genevieve couldn't help querying, "Are you averse to places that are too dark?"

Leaning against her back, Harry admitted uneasily, "I was once kidnapped when I was ten years old. They tossed me into a big iron bucket, and the air inside was very sparse... I was trapped there for a very long time. Later, fear struck me whenever I saw such big iron buckets, and I developed a dislike of dark places."

Genevieve recalled that he was seemingly tense in the elevator when they went to a restaurant for a meal the day before, glancing at the elevator lights every so often. Meanwhile, Evan kept talking to divert his attention.

All, it turns out that he developed claustrophobia because of his kidnapping then.

Feeling distressed for him, Genevieve gently soothed him, murmuring, "That's already in the past. This time, I'm with you. As long as I'm alive, I'll never allow anything to happen to you. When the ransom has been paid, and they've released us, we'll go to Evan's house to have wagyu beef."

"Okay." Harry's breathing gradually relaxed.

Seeing that he was no longer that terrified, Genevieve urged him to help remove the hood on her head. When her eyes had adapted to the darkness, she saw that the shed was awfully small and even had a musty smell.

Thin air and sparse light slipped into the shed through the gap under the iron door.

Genevieve tried her best to speak of casual subjects to alleviate Harry's apprehension. As the two of them were chatting, the door suddenly swung open, and two men strutted in.

With the light streaming in, Harry could see the men who entered. His pupils constricted, and he buried his head in Genevieve's shoulder, his body trembling nonstop.

At his reaction, Genevieve reckoned that he was acquainted with either one of them.

Shortly after, she recognized one of the men as the renowned kidnapper in Xedells, Hans Ward. He once kidnapped the daughter of a wealthy businessman and demanded a ransom of five hundred million. Because of the wealthy businessman's hesitation, he chopped off three of his daughter's fingers.

Throughout the years, he had robbed banks besides kidnapping celebrities and children of wealthy people, committing dozens of crimes. Yet, no one could ever catch him.

Thus, it was no wonder that he dared to face Genevieve and Harry without concealing his face.

Hans had an amicable appearance and even wore a smile on his face, not at all looking like a vicious kidnapper.

While making a phone call, he said to Harry, "It's a billion for the two of you."

A billion?

Harry was stunned at that astronomical amount.

"Wait!" When Hans was making the call, Genevieve called out to him. She calmly uttered, "You kidnapped us for money. The Hompton family is in politics. No matter how connected his father is, he can't raise a billion in a short time. Instead, the police might even be alerted. At that time, it'll be unfavorable to you. We don't want to die either."

She initially didn't want to speak, but she knew that there would be an election in Xedells soon.

As such, many people were currently keeping an eye on the Hompton family. If Harry's kidnapping were to leak out, people with ulterior motives would report it to the police.

Hans was ruthless, so he would give up the money and kill them immediately if he sensed something amiss.

Inhaling deeply, Genevieve gave him a string of numbers. "Phone my brother instead. He'll definitely be able to raise a billion for you as soon as possible."

Hans remained motionless and eyed her suspiciously.

Upon seeing that he didn't believe her, Genevieve had no choice but to reveal her family background. "My brother is Cooper Sutton. As long as we're safe and sound, he'll definitely give you a billion." Only then did Hans recognize her. No longer hesitating, he rang Cooper up.

"Okay, but a billion is too huge a sum. I need some time to raise the money. I'll definitely give it to you, so don't harm a hair on her head," Cooper asserted grimly on the other end of the phone. After Hans had hung up the phone, Genevieve implored, "Please give us a bottle of water."

They had been locked up for a long time, and she knew that Harry was at the end of his endurance. When one was on the brink of breaking down, drinking water would relax him considerably. Hans said nothing, merely turned around and left.

Sometime later, the iron door was opened once again. A slightly plump man came in with a bottle of water, his lascivious gaze roving over Genevieve.

Stifling her uneasiness, Genevieve murmured, "Just put the water on the ground."

Without warning, the man lunged at her.

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As the man pounced on her, Genevieve slammed onto the ground. Excruciating pain shot up her right arm.

The man tore at her clothes while sniggering away.

Hans' gang was evil. They promised a safe return after receiving the ransom, but everything else wasn't guaranteed.

Right then, Genevieve also recalled that the kidnapped daughter of the wealthy businessman had been violated during captivity.

Alas, the wealthy businessman could only swallow the humiliation. If he were to pursue the matter, his daughter might be targeted by the kidnappers again.

Not only were Genevieve's hands bound tightly, but her right arm was also dislocated. Therefore, she couldn't struggle at all.

At the sight of that scene, Harry promptly charged over, wanting to use his body to knock the man away. However, he wasn't the latter's match at all. With a single blow, the man sent him flying far away. Seizing that opportunity, Genevieve watched for her chance. She snapped her head up and bit the man's ear hard.

The man wailed in pain. Forcefully yanking her away, he slapped her across the face. Then, he seized her neck ruthlessly with a hand while jerking at her jeans with the other.

"Don't touch her!" Harry roared. He scrambled up from the ground and rushed at the man once more.

Noticing that he resembled a furious little beast, the man cursed. He dropped his hold on Genevieve and swung his fist at Harry's face.

After Harry had been pummeled for a while, a burst of violence abruptly exploded from within him. His hands broke free from the loosened ropes, and he punched the man in the face. Pinning the latter to the ground, he rained blows on him.

"Didn't I tell you not to touch her? Yet, you didn't listen!"

With every hit at the man, the violence emanating from Harry intensified. His eyes were scarlet like those of a vampire's.

Even the man, who lived on the edge every day, grew terrified. Fear showed in his eyes.

Grabbing the man's right hand, Harry twisted it viciously. Before the man could wail in agony, he took another hit to the face. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and he passed out cold.

Warm blood splattered into Harry's eyes. He lifted his hands and rubbed his eyes, sensing his mind clearing significantly.

Turning around, he saw Genevieve, who was lying on the ground, gaping at him blankly. He was likewise stupefied for a few seconds before realizing that his hands were stained with blood and his body reeked of the coppery smell.

As he stared at his bloodstained hands, his face suddenly went pale. "I... I killed someone..."

"No, he's still alive. Besides, he's a heinous kidnapper. It's fine even if you had killed him." Afraid that he would suffer a breakdown, Genevieve endured the pain and consoled him.

She merely had a vague sense that she had once seen a similar burst of violence as the one Harry just displayed. That was why she was stunned earlier.

She then called him over to help untie her.

"Genevieve, are you... afraid of me?" Harry's face was still pale, and there was a hint of crimson at the corners of his eyes. He resembled a wounded kitten, weak and pitiful.

"I would've been doomed if it weren't for you just now. How could I possibly be afraid of you? You're my hero," Genevieve stated gently.

His eyelashes quivering, Harry buried his head in her shoulder.

Genevieve knew that his nerves had been stretched taut from being kidnapped and locked in the small shed. Now that he thought he had accidentally killed someone, his psychological barrier was close to collapsing.

Ultimately, he was a child who had just reached adulthood.

After wriggling out of the rope, she used her uninjured left hand to stroke the back of his neck and comforted him softly.

At that precise moment, the faint sounds of a fight drifted in from outside.

In no time, the unlocked iron door was pushed open, and a man strode in. Only after seeing that Genevieve was fine did the murderous intent and urgency in his eyes gradually recede.

Meeting his gaze, Genevieve recognized him at once. "I'm fine. It's just that my right hand seems to have been broken."

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Likewise, Harry glanced over his shoulder at the man. "Jerry."

His father's bodyguards were from the Pann family, so he wasn't surprised that Jerry had found him so quickly.

In response, Armand murmured an acknowledgment. Seeing that Harry was clinging to Genevieve, he went green with envy. He marched over and reached out to pull him away. "Her hand is injured, so I'll send her to the hospital."

"Don't touch her!" Harry slapped the man's hand away hard, his voice threaded with fury.

Then, he removed his jacket and draped it over Genevieve before scooping her up carefully.

Clocking Armand's taut expression, Genevieve shook her head at him and mouthed, "He thinks that he killed someone and is on the verge of having a mental breakdown."

Armand swept a gaze over the man with a bloodied face on the ground. Realizing that Harry was the one who had protected Genevieve earlier, he suppressed the jealousy and wrath within him. He followed behind them and left.

After they arrived at a private hospital, Harry still refused to let go of Genevieve.

When he noticed Genevieve's face contorting in pain when the doctor set her bones, his expression turned feral. Before Armand could even say anything, he barked at the doctor, "Take it easy, okay? Genevieve is in pain!"

The doctor was both fearful and speechless at the two men's murderous aura. He couldn't help grumbling inwardly, How about you two do it instead?

At long last, Armand couldn't stand it anymore. With the excuse of Harry also having been injured, he tossed the man into a private ward and even called a psychiatrist over.

Just when he wanted to send Genevieve to her hospital room, two bodyguards in black hurried over. "Ms. Rachford."

Words eluded Armand.

After all, he was presently using Jerry's identity. Not only were Jerry and Genevieve mere acquaintances, but Harry had also been kidnapped. If he were to show too much concern for Genevieve only, Jack's bodyguards would undoubtedly suspect something.

Left with no other choice, he could only ask Jack's bodyguards to escort Genevieve to her hospital room while he went to put on a show of concern for Harry.

From the bodyguards, Genevieve learned that the lights abruptly went out when they were following behind the taxi in the tunnel. Subsequently, two cars hit them from the opposite direction. The Hompton family's bodyguards' car behind them also took a hit.

By the time they had dealt with the people who rammed into them and rushed out, Genevieve and Harry had already been taken.

All this while, they had been searching for them both with the Hompton family's bodyguards.

Since the bodyguards hadn't reported that matter to Jack, Genevieve ordered them not to tell the man about it but say that she was having fun in Xedells. She was afraid that he would be chagrined and push all the blame on Harry.

Genevieve merely had a fractured arm without any major injuries.

She was just about to ask the bodyguards to look in on Harry when a man in his forties stepped into the hospital room.

"Hello, Ms. Rachford. I'm the butler of the Hompton family, Seamus Schmidt. We apologize for involving you in the kidnapping this time." The middle-aged man's expression was solemn, but he was quite polite when he spoke to Genevieve.

"I'm fine. How's Harry?" Genevieve inquired.

"Mr. Harry is doing great. In fact, he has just eaten. However, Mrs. Hompton is keeping him company, so he's unable to come and visit you. Nonetheless, Mrs. Hompton asked me to come over and thank you." Walking over to her, Seamus placed a gift on the table. "This is a gift of thanks from Mrs. Hompton. Please accept it."

Judging from the bag, Genevieve reckoned that it contained jewelry.

Just as she was about to decline, Seamus stated coldly and discreetly, "Ms. Rachford, we know that Jack Valentine is your husband and that Mr. Cooper loves you greatly as well. The Hompton family is in politics, so Mr. Harry's identity is unique. If you were to sustain any injuries while with him, we won't be able to explain things to them both."

Genevieve promptly understood his meaning. He was telling her to keep her distance from Harry.

"Okay. I know what I should do. I'll accept this gift of thanks. Convey my gratitude to Mrs. Hompton."

"I'll leave you to rest, then." Seamus bowed to her before leaving.

Perhaps Genevieve had faced death too many times that the kidnapping this time didn't leave any damage on her, merely tiring her somewhat.

She initially planned to give Armand a call, but she fell asleep in her tiredness.

As she was groggy with sleep, she sensed an itch on her neck. It was as though someone was kissing her. At once, she jolted awake and tensed completely.

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"It's me." Armand stroked her back gently, trying to make her relax. "Did I wake you up?"

"Yeah." Genevieve buried her head against his chest and sniffed his fragrant scent.

Hugging him and dozing for a while, Genevieve eventually mumbled, "There are bodyguards outside. How did you get in here?"

"By climbing through the window."

Stunned, Genevieve raised her head and looked at Armand's face, which was dimly lit by the moonlight. "This is the tenth floor! Are you kidding me?"

"I climbed in from the adjacent room. There's a beam outside," explained Armand.

"Don't climb in the next time. You can just call me." Although there was a beam outside, Genevieve was afraid at the thought that he might accidentally fall down and die.

Armand mumbled a soft acknowledgment before cupping her cheeks and kissing her.

He kissed her urgently yet gently.

Genevieve could feel Armand's fingers trembling as he held her face. However, without saying anything, she hugged his neck and returned his kiss passionately. Their breaths mingled together. After a long while, Armand finally stopped. He buried his head against her neck and kissed it gently. "Darling."

"Yeah?"

"Darling."

No matter how many times he called out to Genevieve, she would respond patiently each time.

Genevieve's neck started to itch from his kisses. Trembling slightly, she asked in amusement, "You've always ignored me in the past. Why did you become so clingy?"

In the past, they barely had a chance to see each other. Yet, even though he looked like someone else now, he still insisted on seeking her out.

Remembering something, she said softly, "It's horrible that Jerry was dumped by Charlotte because of you. Why are you still using his identity? Won't he be so angry that he'd want to kill you?"

"If I don't use his identity, I can't come here." Armand bit her shoulder. "Can you stop thinking about other men?"

"Fine, I'll stop thinking about them." Genevieve twirled his hair. "I'll think about you, mister."

Genevieve could feel Armand hugging her even tighter. His heart was beating rapidly, as if he had not calmed down at all. "I've been kidnapped so many times that I don't feel anything anymore. Besides, I'm fine."

"I'll help you do anything that you want to do, okay?" said Armand hoarsely as he hugged her tightly. "I'm worried about you."

Even though his and Jack's bodyguards were following Genevieve, she still got kidnapped.

The person who kidnapped Genevieve and Harry was Hans, a renowned kidnapper in Xedells. For the past few years, he had extorted quite a lot of money from corporations and rich families. He had even killed some hostages before, which proved how vicious he was.

When Armand found out, he almost went crazy. He had been terrified that he would see Genevieve's corpse when he finally found them.

Genevieve moved toward him and kissed him. "Carry me to the bathroom."

Under the dim moonlight shining through the windows, Armand carried Genevieve to the bathroom. He placed a towel on the marble before letting her sit on it. Wrapping an arm around Armand's neck, Genevieve kissed him. Meanwhile, she fumbled around the wall and turned off the lights with the other hand.

The bathroom was completely dark. Slowly, the moonlight shone in through the window.

While kissing Armand deeply, Genevieve agilely unbuttoned his shirt. When she touched his hard chest muscles, she even flicked them playfully.

"No wonder so many people like to watch men bathe and reveal their muscles on the television. I like that too."

"I didn't act in any nude scenes when I was disguised as Bruce. Even if there are, they have been deleted." Armand grabbed her other hand and placed it on his chest as well. "In the future, you should watch me and only me."

Knowing that he got jealous easily, Genevieve laughed.

As it had been a long time since Armand touched her, he could not control himself. If the lights were still on, she could have seen how filled with lust his bloodshot eyes were.

Genevieve was spoiling Armand too. Hugging him tightly, she responded to his every advance.

After more than two hours, Genevieve was covered in sweat. Even her hair was damp and sticking to her face. It was like all the strength had left her body.

"Are you happy now?" Her voice was a little hoarse.

"Yeah." Armand chuckled, his body and mind finally fully satisfied.

He turned on the lights and carried Genevieve to the shower to clean her up. As he was drying her hair, he realized she was so tired that she had fallen asleep in his arms.

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Since Genevieve had spent too much energy, she only woke up the next afternoon.

The bodyguard had entered once. When he saw that she was still sleeping, he thought that she was too exhausted and did not disturb her.

Curling up under the blankets, she sent a voice message to Armand. "You b*stard. Did you leave after a one-night stand?"

"Stop using such vulgar terms," replied Armand in exasperation. "I'm in a hotel near the hospital. I've made some chicken soup for you. Do you want to eat anything else?" Feeling hungry, Genevieve said, "I want to eat pork belly, beef tacos, steak-"

"Just chicken soup, then," interrupted Armand. "You need to eat bland food now. Let's leave pork belly to the future."

"Then what's the point of asking me?" retorted Genevieve unhappily.

Changing tactics, she wheedled cutely, "Can I please have some beef tacos? Your beef tacos are the best, Mando. I haven't eaten them in ages."

"Fine." Armand relented.

Before ending the call, he said, "Darling, kiss me."

"Why are you just like Mandy? You want a kiss even on a call." Genevieve sent him a kiss through the phone. "Send the food over quickly after you're done cooking. I'm hungry." "Okay." Armand returned the kiss.

While waiting, Genevieve ate some fruits to stave off her hunger. When she tapped on WhatsApp, she saw a message from Harry asking her how she was doing and whether she had gotten any nightmares. Although she had not had any nightmares, she was exhausted.

Just when she responded to the message, Harry immediately replied. He said that he had been sent home by his bodyguards in the morning, so he could not visit her.

Genevieve told him to rest well at home before ignoring the multiple messages he sent afterward.

At three in the afternoon, a doctor brought a food jar into the hospital ward.

"It's fine. I ordered some food delivery." Genevieve glanced at the doctor before lowering her head and looking at her phone.

After a few seconds, she realized that something was amiss. She raised her head and saw the doctor place the food jar on the table. As he was wearing a mask, she could not see his face. Although he was wearing glasses and colored contacts, she recognized him instantly.

Staring at Armand's white coat, she exclaimed in shock, "There are surveillance cameras everywhere in the hospital! How are you so bold that you dare to impersonate a doctor?"

"I can't possibly impersonate a nurse, right?" replied Armand before wiping her hands with a warm towel.

Genevieve raised her arms. Knowing that she was feeling lazy again, Armand bent over exasperatedly to pick her up and carry her toward the dining table.

Genevieve took the opportunity to pull down his mask. Seeing that he still had Jerry's face, she suddenly lost her desire to kiss him. "Luckily, Charlotte isn't here. Otherwise, she'd rip me into pieces. Is Jerry staying at the condominium again?"

"Yeah." Armand placed her on the couch and opened the food jar. He took out the beef tacos and chicken soup.

After drinking the chicken soup that he fed her, Genevieve felt that her stomach was much warmer. "What about Bruce?"

Armand brought a beef taco to her mouth. "His depression was very severe, and he had cancer. As he wished, I let him die in the aviation accident in my place."

Genevieve felt a mixture of sorrow and pity. "Although I didn't know Bruce personally, I know that he's very impressive. He has a natural talent for acting. Were it not for Coco, he would've won all the international awards."

If Coco had not succumbed to the temptations of fame, with Bruce loving her, she would have become the happiest woman in the entertainment industry.

However, Bruce had loved the wrong person, and she had ruined his entire life.

Armand fed her some soup and said calmly, "I've already avenged and sought justice for him. If the public finds out that he died because of cancer, they would remember him fondly."

Just then, Charlotte's furious voice sounded from outside. "Get lost! I want to talk to Genevieve!"

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Genevieve immediately looked at the man, inquiring through her gritted teeth, "What did you give away?"

"I've kept my trip to Xedells a secret, and only the Homptons know about it." Armand was also profoundly frustrated, wondering how Charlotte managed to find him.

Afraid that the latter would suddenly barge in, he put his mask on. He then sat opposite Genevieve and took out the notepad and pen from his pocket. Genevieve was stunned when she saw him getting into character with seamless ease, feeling that her man's acting skills had surpassed Bruce's.

It did not take long before the door of the hospital ward was kicked open, and Charlotte marched in angrily.

Two bodyguards also entered, uttering helplessly, "Sorry, Ms. Rachford. We couldn't stop her..."

None of them dared to do anything to Charlotte carelessly.

"It's fine." Genevieve dismissed them with a wave before asking the other woman lazily, "What do you want from me?"

Charlotte strutted toward Genevieve in her high heels with a piercing gaze. "Where is he?"

"Who?"

"Jerry!"

"He's Evan's friend. I hardly know him." Genevieve held a bowl of soup and sipped it leisurely.

"As if I'd believe that!" Charlotte's face reddened in anger when she saw the other woman's reaction.

She fished out a few photos from her bag and flung them at Genevieve. "Did he go there to see you that night at Remark Bar? Such a scandalous pair!"

Genevieve picked up a photo on her lap and discovered that someone was taking a selfie beside them when she and Jerry went to the restroom one after another and happened to capture them in the photo. She was focusing all her attention on whether the surveillance cameras were turned off at that moment that she forgot there were other people in the corridor.

Genevieve shot the man on the couch opposite her a nasty look before throwing the photo on the table. "Back then, I was in a hurry to go to the restroom. How was I to know that he happened to be heading there too? I'm not interested in him that way, either. Otherwise..."

She smiled carefreely before continuing, "I would've made a move on him in the private room."

Charlotte was stunned as she never expected Genevieve to say that.

"You can call Evan now and ask him whether I had paid any attention to Jerry in the private room," Genevieve added.

"Genevieve, why didn't I notice that you are such a b*tch before?" Charlotte sneered. "Despite being married with kids, you're still flirting with men with girlfriends everywhere. Is it fun? Being friends with you is a disgrace in my life!"

Hearing that, Genevieve felt extremely helpless.

You can't blame me for that, okay? I never wanted anything to do with Jerry. It's all because of Armand. He borrowed Jerry's identity and ended up causing so much trouble!

However, she could only bite the bullet and continue to pretend. "I'm not Genevieve."

Charlotte shot her an incredulous look. "If you're not Genevieve, who is? Are you freaking implying that I'm blind?"

"She is indeed not Genevieve." Armand, whose existence was almost forgotten, spoke up.

Charlotte turned to look at him.

Armand handed the note to Charlotte with a serious expression. "Mr. Sutton of Specter Corporation called me this morning, saying that Ms. Rachford has some mental problems, so I came to bring food to her and give her psychological treatment at the same time. She has dissociative identity disorder. The person before you is her younger sister, Nathalia."

Charlotte was struck dumb for a few seconds. Anyone could tell that she did not believe him. She looked at Genevieve before shifting her gaze to the doctor, discovering that he had the nameplate of the director of the psychiatry department on his chest.

She thought about it again. Genevieve's current personality is indeed quite different from before...

To prevent Charlotte from pondering further, Genevieve inquired, "In the private room that night, didn't you announce that you broke up with Jerry and wanted to marry Timothy? Why are you still looking for him?"

"I was drunk at that time and said it out of anger. Who the heck wants to marry Timothy?" Charlotte responded angrily with a pout. "I was going to let him coax me for two more days and forgive him when I've cooled down. Last night, we agreed to have a meal together. Yet, he left me waiting in the restaurant the entire night and even turned off his phone!"

It was Charlotte's first time going back to her ex, and the fact that she was treated that way nearly made her explode with anger at that time.

Hence, after receiving the collection of photos, she immediately came over to question Genevieve.

"Since he ignored you, forget about him. There are plenty of men in the world." Genevieve said nonchalantly, "There are a lot of C-list celebrities like him in the entertainment industry living better lives than him."

Armand's brows twitched when he heard her words. He had the urge to go up and cover her mouth, afraid that she would take her own words seriously and leave him for another man.

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Charlotte frowned. She felt that what Genevieve said made sense, and even more so, that she herself had gone mad.

I've always been carefree and unrestrained. It's merely a boyfriend that can be easily replaced at any time. If I can't fmd one, so be it. Why should I be so anxious? Why must I get drunk and hurt myself after knowing that he was with another woman? A man able to make a living in the entertainment industry and willing to be supported by me has long been corrupted by money.

"Indeed. There are plenty of men around." Charlotte quickly thought it through, and the furrow in her brows relaxed. "Whoever likes him can have him. As if I can't find a replacement for a mere C-list celebrity." She ruffled her hair and asked Genevieve, "There seems to be nothing wrong with you, so why do you need to be hospitalized? Coco is holding a dinner party in Baykeep tonight. Let's go together!" "Ms. Rachford needs to receive treatment in the hospital." Before Genevieve could reply, Armand beat her to it. "She must stay in the hospital for these two days."

Charlotte pursed her lips. "Isn't it just a dissociative identity disorder? I think that Nathalia is also very interesting. What's the treatment for? Besides, why should a doctor like you care so much? You're acting as though you're her man."

Hearing that, Genevieve only had one thought in mind. Don't you think he may be my man?

"I would very much like to go out and have fun, but there are bodyguards outside." She shrugged. "If I did run away. I'll be locked up in a small dark room next time. Go ahead. I'll find you next time when I'm free."

"All right then." Charlotte felt very disappointed but said nothing.

When she reached the door, something struck her, and she turned back to approach Armand with an inquisitive look. "Why do I think you look familiar? Take off your mask and let me see your face," she demanded.

Both Genevieve and Armand's hearts skipped a beat at that.

Noticing that Charlotte was getting impatient and wanted to take off Armand's mask, Genevieve suddenly cried out in pain, clutching her head and falling on the couch.

Armand quickly went over to her. "Ms. Rachford, you must relax..."

Charlotte was also startled by the scene. While she was still in shock, the phone in the bag rang. The caller was her friend. "Hey, Lottie. I managed to buy the stuff you wanted. Where are you? I'll send it over to you."

"I don't need it anymore!" Charlotte said petulantly, "I'm moving on to another man, so why should I keep the gift?"

"Huh?"

She was just about to tell her friend to get rid of it but changed her mind after some thought. "I'm attending Coco's dinner party tonight. Come to Baykeep to fmd me and bring the stuff over." Seeing that the doctor was calming Genevieve's sister down, Charlotte turned around and left, not wanting to disturb them.

As soon as Genevieve saw the ward door closed, she stopped pretending to have a headache. She then raised her fist to punch Armand. "If it weren't for my quick thinking, Charlotte would probably tear me to pieces upon seeing your face."

Armand felt helpless.

How was I to know that Charlotte would come over to Xedells to question you because of a few photos?

Almost immediately after Charlotte left, a bodyguard knocked on the door and said to Armand politely, "Doctor, let's stop here for today's questioning. Ms. Rachford needs to rest."

Afraid that the bodyguard would get suspicious, Armand could only nod and leave the ward.

Although Genevieve was reluctant to part with him, there was nothing she could do. After he had left, she sent him a WhatsApp message, telling him to stop using Jerry's identity and stick to her so much. Nothing would happen to her.

She had just exited the app when she received a call from an unknown number.

Genevieve glanced at the number and went to the restroom, locking the door before answering it. "What is it?”

"Ms. Rachford, the owner of the voice you gave me is not Mrs. Qualls." The person who called was none other than Finn, the waiter Genevieve had seduced at the restaurant previously.

After taking a fancy to him at the restaurant, she immediately had someone look up his information.

On the one hand, she took Finn to the bar to bump into Yuvan, and on the other hand, she also wanted to test him to see if he was someone who could work for her.

After leaving the police station, she found an opportunity to meet with Finn in private. She arranged for him to enter a famous club in Baykeep as a waiter so that he could make use of the opportunity to approach Luciana and several other rich ladies who frequented the place to fmd out what she wanted.

Even if Finn were to work hard for twenty years, he could never earn the money she gave him. No one could refuse such temptation.

Genevieve was stunned upon hearing his report. "Impossible."

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She checked various information before confirming Mrs. Qualls' true identity, but Finn just told her that she had the wrong person.

He vowed, "I have good hearing and will never lie to you. The female voice in the recording you gave me to listen to is nothing like hers. I recorded it at the time, and I will send it to you now." A minute later, Genevieve received his audio recording and immediately opened it.

Several women were talking and laughing in the recording. Although there were many voices, she quickly identified Charice's voice, which was the same as the one in that video.

She called Finn back and asked him, "Who is the owner of this voice?"

"Nigel Hompton's wife, Yara Tanner."

"Who is this Nigel Hompton?" she asked, perplexed. Why do I feel like his last name sounds a little familiar?

"There's only one person in Xedells with this last name." Finn reminded her, "You know who he is now, don't you?"

Nigel...

Genevieve quickly remembered that he was currently a candidate for Chief Executive of Xedells, and Harry was his son.

She could not be bothered to listen to Finn any longer. Immediately after hanging up, she looked up Nigel and his wife Yara on the Internet. After looking through the political news for a long time, she saw a blurry photo of Yara.

Charice might have been disfigured in the car accident as her current appearance was nothing like before after plastic surgery. Holding the arm of her husband Nigel, she had a gentle smile and a dignified demeanor. She looked to be only in her thirties.

Genevieve compared the photos of Armand and Jack with hers and discovered similarities between the eyes of the three.

No wonder I had a strange feeling when I saw Harry in front of the university last night. No wonder when he angrily hit that man with his fist, I felt that his hostility seemed familiar. I see...

She held her phone and stared at it for a long time, utterly dazed.

Two bodyguards were dutifully guarding the door, and upon seeing Genevieve leaving the ward, they looked puzzled. "Ms. Rachford, where are you going?"

"To the surveillance room," she replied. The two bodyguards accompanied her there.

Outsiders were allowed to look at the hospital's surveillance footage, but Genevieve felt that Harry's condition the night before did not seem very good. Since she had not seen him, she wanted to go through the surveillance to have a look.

The people in the surveillance room reported it to their superiors, and only after obtaining consent did they show the recordings from the night before.

From the surveillance footage, Genevieve noticed a beautiful and dignified woman rushing into the hospital after Harry was sent to the private ward. The worry and panic on her face were evident when she was brought to the ward.

Yara stayed in the ward all night and came out with Harry and some bodyguards at around seven in the morning.

"Mom, I want to go to the ward downstairs to see Genevieve."

Yara took him toward the elevator and said warmly, "I told Mr. Stewart to see her yesterday. Her bodyguards are with her, so you don't have to worry about her."

"But I'm still worried. I want to go and have a look." Harry begged, "Just one look from the door, okay?"

"I want to let you go, but her bodyguards won't allow it." Yara continued with a sigh, "The person they wish to kidnap is you, Harry. Genevieve was involved because she was with you. She was hurt, and who knows how much her brother resents you now. Aren't you asking for trouble by going?"

Harry bit his lip and said nothing.

Yara straightened out his jacket and said softly, "Harry, I know you have many friends. You don't need her as a friend, so you shouldn't look for her in the future. It would be troublesome to annoy her brother or her husband. It just so happens that I'm going to see Ms. Hughes today. Let's go and eat the beef she cooked, okay?"

Harry hummed and left with his mother.

Seeing Yara's concern and affection for him, fearing that he might bump and hurt himself, a bone-deep chill enveloped Genevieve so tightly that she could barely breathe.

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She thought of Jack and felt extremely bad for him.

"Ms. Rachford." The bodyguard noticed her reddened eyes and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." Genevieve discovered that her voice was hoarse when she spoke. She could not dispel the sadness within her, as if she could shed tears as soon as she blinked.

She returned to the ward with the bodyguards and found Jack inside when she pushed the door open.

He was wearing a black trench coat that complimented his slender figure and had brought some clothes and skin care products for Genevieve. He was just taking them out and placing them on the table when he looked back and saw her coming in. As soon as he saw her reddened eyes filled with tears, his expression turned grim immediately.

"What happened?" Jack asked the two bodyguards, "Who bullied her?"

The bodyguards felt their scalps tingling from the hostility of their employer, but before they could speak, Genevieve suddenly crouched down.

Jack cupped her face, only to find that in just a few seconds, tears were rolling down her cheeks. The sadness and despair in her eyes caused his heart to throb in pain.

"Don't cry. Okay?" Jack could not be bothered to chide the bodyguards. He carried Genevieve to the couch and gently wiped away her tears with a tissue. "My heart breaks seeing you cry."

He seemed to have noticed something and stared at her. "Genev?"

Genevieve bit her lower lip but did not say anything.

Jack called the two bodyguards over and asked them again with a grim expression.

One of the bodyguards related everything, "Ms. Rachford said she was worried about the son of the Homptons and insisted on going to the hospital surveillance room to have a look..."

Jack assumed that she was interested in Harry, and the latter's mother did not allow him to meet her again, so she cried out of misery.

His worry instantly turned into anger. He threw the tissue on the table and said coldly, "Remember. This body isn't yours. Should you dare to fool around, I'll kill you!"

It took a lot of effort for Genevieve to suppress her discomfort.

She did not dare to look at Jack and kept her head down. "I'm a little sleepy," she choked out hoarsely.

"Has she eaten anything?" he asked the bodyguard.

"Yes. An hour ago, Dr. Lynch from the psychiatry department came to see her and brought her food," the bodyguard replied.

Jack grunted in acknowledgment. He carried Genevieve to the bed, bent down, and removed her shoes.

"Rest well." He tucked her in before stating casually, "I'll take you back to Jadeborough tomorrow."

Genevieve did not speak, merely burying herself in the quilt.

She slept until around seven in the evening. The nurse brought dinner, which consisted of pork stew and pie. As soon as she tasted them, she knew they were prepared by Armand.

He informed her on WhatsApp that he had to return to Jadeborough in advance and sent someone to bring over the dinner he had prepared for her.

She originally wanted to call him but was afraid that she could not control her tears then, and he would rush over to see her. Hence, she ultimately placed her phone down.

The next day, Jack brought Genevieve back to Jadeborough, and the two went to a psychiatric clinic.

Upon entering the consultation room, she saw three to four people sitting in the conference room on the right. There were men and women, and among them, she recognized a tall man with blond hair and blue eyes. He was a famous psychiatrist in Mysonna.

After she had entered the separate consultation room, the blond man soon came in and treated her.

Genevieve did have an identical twin sister who died in her mother's womb when she was only a few months old, but she had made up the symptoms of dissociative identity disorder to deceive Jack. How could I require treatment when there's nothing wrong with me?

To prevent Jack from finding out, Genevieve could only cooperate with a few of the world's best psychiatrists in undergoing hypnosis treatment and ultimately still appear before everyone as the alter ego. Jack scowled. Never did he expect that the four psychiatrists would fail to treat her.

However, he dared not do anything for fear of hurting her by using a harsher method.