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Chapter 891

Sally turned to look at Cooper. "Didn't you understand what I said? I don't want a nurse. I want you to take care of me. You owe me. If I cheer up later, I won't do anything to Specter Corporation again. I'll ensure you're the first to know if the government has any projects. But if not..."

She sneered before continuing, "I only promised Armand that I wouldn't cause trouble for Genevieve anymore. As for whether Specter Corporation survives or tanks, I won't care at all."

Cooper knew how ruthless Sally could be. She only had to contact a few people to shut down Specter Corporation's branch office to push me to my wits' end. She didn't even have to get her hands dirty. If she really goes to take the company down, there won't be anything I can do about it.

For Specter Corporation's sake, Cooper could only suppress his feelings of discontent. "Very well. I'll take care of you. What do you need now, Ms. Loake?"

"I need to get out of the hospital. Go and handle the discharge procedures," she instructed frostily.

Without wasting any time, Cooper went to look for Sally's attending doctor. He settled the discharge procedures quickly, and when he returned, he saw that the male bodyguard outside the ward was gone. He packed Sally's clothes and personal documents, then led her out of the inpatient department.

Sally received a call as soon as she got into the car.

Meanwhile, Cooper got in and drove out of the hospital. It was quiet inside the car, and there was less honking outside since they were still in the hospital's vicinity. Hence, he could hear the sound of the person on the other end of the line talking.

After Sally hung up, he suddenly asked her, "Are you looking into what happened on the cruise ship?"

She answered coldly, "Genevieve almost drowned getting into an accident on the cruise ship after I made my move on her production company. The culprit clearly wants to pin the murder on me, so of course, there's no way I'm going to take that sitting down. I want to know who dares to use me for their benefit!"

Thanks to her father's position, she can seek the help of practically everyone in Jadeborough's municipal government. Compared to me, it'd be easier for her to investigate the people on the cruise ship. Cooper relaxed his furrowed brows and started being a little friendlier to Sally. "Where do you stay?"

Propping her chin on her hand, she answered matter-of-factly, "You're taking care of me, so we're going to your place, of course.

For lunch, I want to have pork ribs and vegetable stew."

"Then, I'll take you to get something to eat first-"

"I never eat out. You have hands, don't you? Can't you cook?" she said coldly, cutting him off mid-sentence.

His expression darkened. In an exasperated tone, he replied, "I can't cook."

"That's your problem. I want to eat those two dishes for lunch. You're a man, yet you can't cook. How shameful!" Sally retorted unhappily, frowning.

Many men can't cook. How is that shameful?

Cooper forced himself to swallow his anger, reminding himself to be patient for the company's sake and wait until Sally recovered from her gunshot wound.

After taking her to the apartment he usually stayed in, he texted Golden Restaurant to order the dishes she wanted to eat.

Meanwhile, Sally surveyed the apartment, wandering down the corridor and entering a bedroom with its door open. The warm and intoxicating smell of tobacco lingered inside the room. On the bedside table was a photo frame.

She picked it up and saw that the photo was a selfie of Cooper and a young lady.

The woman was very beautiful. She had one hand resting on his shoulder while her other was holding the camera to take the selfie. Her lips were curved upward into a faint yet happy smile. Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed the photo frame from Sally.

Frowning, Cooper said in a displeased tone, "Ms. Loake, it's not polite to barge into someone's bedroom and go through their things."

"The bedroom door was open, and there aren't many things inside, so I didn't know this was your room." She watched as he placed the photo frame back on the bedside table.

Then, she added, "I didn't hear news of your marriage."

Cooper straightened up. Gazing at the woman in the photo, he felt a suffocating ache in his heart. "It didn't happen. She passed away..."

When I sensed that strange feeling that day, I should've held onto Jane and not let her leave.

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Sally was a cold and aloof person with no empathy for others. Hence, after Cooper's voice trailed off, she merely left the room impassively.

"Aren't you going to cook? I'm hungry."

He shifted his gaze away from the photo and followed her out of the bedroom. Just then, Genevieve called him on his phone. "Coop, is Sally making things difficult for you?" He glanced at Sally's retreating figure and slowed his pace. "Nope."

On the other end of the line, Genevieve sighed in relief. "That's good, then. Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together."

"You guys go ahead. I have some work to do." With Sally staying at his, he was worried she would call him as soon as he went out and order him to return.

I just need to bear with it for now.

Just as he hung up after chatting with Genevieve for a little longer, the doorbell rang. He went to open the door and saw that it was the delivery person from Golden Restaurant.

When placing his order, Cooper had requested for the restaurant to send the food over on plates so that it looked as though the dishes were homecooked.

He opened the bag and tore the tinfoil cover off the plate, revealing the steaming hot pork ribs that looked as though they were fresh out of the pot. Placing a fork next to Sally's hand, he said, "Just pretend that I made these."

She lifted her gaze and looked at him with dissatisfaction. Nonetheless, she remained silent and picked up the fork.

Over at Genevieve Orsi Productions, James heard the rumors about Jerry and Genevieve, then went to talk to Coolplay Entertainment's boss about the termination of Jerry's contract. Although they had blacklisted Jerry, they knew about Specter Corporation's relationship with Genevieve and that she would have deep pockets. Hence, they wanted to pressure Jerry into coughing up a large sum of money, citing that it was because his contract had not yet ended. Genevieve also contacted Charlotte in private, which led to the latter spreading the word among her circle of friends that those who aided Jerry would mean going against her.

When the boss of Coolplay Entertainment saw that, he did not want Jerry to stay blacklisted while under the company until his contract ended. He also wanted to make a profit, so he took the initiative to get in touch with James.

After terminating his contract with Coolplay Entertainment in the morning, Jerry went to Genevieve Orsi a little after three o'clock in the afternoon to sign a new contract.

Genevieve asked her secretary to put away the contract safely, then said to Jerry, "I'll send you the list of managers later. You can pick who you want. There's also an excellent assistant named Joash, who we've assigned to you."

Armand had an assistant named Joash when he was going under the alias of Bruce.

She thought Joash was a nice guy, so she signed him on to Genevieve Orsi.

"Okay," Jerry replied, having no objections to her arrangements. "By the way, are you very close with Harry Hompton?"

"I know him well enough, I suppose."

She had only met Harry several times. However, she found him gentle, adorable, and adept at comforting others. Hence, she had quite a good impression of him.

The light in Jerry's eyes flickered briefly. "You should probably stay away from him. You wouldn't want to stir your boyfriend's jealousy."

"I know what my boyfriend's character is like, and he understands me well. He wouldn't get jealous over an eighteen-year-old lad," she responded in amusement.

If I weren't aware of the relationship between Armand and Harry, I wouldn't be so nice to the latter. Besides, he has even helped me a few times previously.

Jerry shrugged his shoulders and did not say anything else.

After Jerry left, Genevieve sat down and picked up her phone. She saw that Armand had sent her a text saying that his superior had come to Jadeborough for an inspection and that he would probably be back late.

Genevieve replied to his text, reminding him not to drink too much and saying she would wait up for him.

After exiting the chatbox, she noticed someone in the group chat Charlotte added her to had mentioned Nigel's name.

Out of curiosity, she tapped on the group chat and scrolled through the past messages. Only then did she learn that Dylan had just passed away from a drug overdose at a bar the previous night, shocking his other friends in the private room.

There was a tight lid on the incident, and the media were not allowed to publish news of what happened. But even so, it somehow got out among the children of government officials.

His eldest son just became a member of parliament this year, and Nigel himself was elected the chief executive of Xedells and taken office for only a few months. I didn't expect to hear about such a scandal involving his son.

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Genevieve noticed one of her best friends had sent her a screenshot of another group chat.

One text read: I heard from a friend in Xedells that Harry was kidnapped by Hans' gang when he was still a kid. Apparently, it was planned by Dylan Hompton. Nigel divorced his ex-wife because of Harry's mother, Yara. That was why Dylan hated Harry.

Another read: Harry was kidnapped again a few months ago. Dylan seemed to have something to do with it as well.

Someone typed: I also heard that the kidnapping became a huge trauma to Harry. He had to stay at home for a year before finally gaining the courage to return to school.

A text read: Could Harry... be the cause of Dylan's death?

The text below it read: Stop coming up with conspiracy theories, guys. Harry's still studying and is always hanging out with Evan and the others. How is he capable of doing that?

The final text read: I think his brother was too cruel. Nigel has already helped him become a politician. With his political achievements, he could easily become a chief executive. Still, he plotted to kill Harry twice.

Genevieve believed the contents of the conversation were likely to be true.

In the past, Hans' gang only kidnapped celebrities and tycoons. Harry was the first child of a government official they kidnapped.

They've been surviving in Xedells for a long time. Don't they know the consequence of messing with the government?

Just then, Genevieve recalled Harry's innocent gaze. I don't believe Harry has anything to do with Dylan's death. Perhaps Dylan's private life was a mess, and he let down his guard that day.

Suddenly, she recalled their previous kidnapping incident where Harry had smashed the kidnapper's face, causing it to be covered in blood. The image of Harry's furious expression came to her mind as well. His ruthlessness was just like Jack's.

Just as Genevieve was lost in thought, her phone vibrated. When she lowered her head to glance at the screen, she saw that it was a WhatsApp message from Harry.

It read: Genevieve, I'm in Jadeborough. Are you busy?

Genevieve had completed all her tasks on hand. Seeing it was already past five in the evening, she replied: Where are you? I'll pick you up."

Not long after, Harry sent a location to her phone.

It did not take long for Genevieve to arrive at Harry's location. He was standing beside the bus stop with sunlight shining on his shoulder.

He was also wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants, which gave off a warm and harmless vibe.

Genevieve stopped the car by the side of the road, rolled down the window, and called out, "Harry."

Hearing someone call his name, he glanced at the car and put away his phone before entering the vehicle.

As he got into the car, Genevieve caught a faint whiff of citrus and coffee fragrance. It was a refreshing scent, which suited him quite well.

Harry tugged at the seatbelt, but he could not pull it out. "Genevieve, is the seatbelt broken?"

"It's probably stuck. It's okay. The traffic police aren't that strict these days. It's fine as long as I've fastened it," Genevieve said nonchalantly, driving the car away.

Harry grunted in response. "By the way, I saw the news over the past two days. Do you need my help?"

Genevieve rejected, "It's fine. Sally won't attack my company anymore."

She glanced at Harry from the corner of her eyes and recalled the screenshots from a while ago. Unable to hold in her curiosity, she asked, "I heard something happened to your brother last night. Aren't you going over to check things out?"

Harry shrugged. "My dad divorced his ex-wife before I was born. So, I've never seen my elder sister or brother before. I asked my dad about it this morning, and he said his ex-wife would take care of everything. I don't have to do anything."

When Genevieve heard how calm Harry sounded, as if he did not know much about his brother from another mother, she stopped questioning.

She brought Harry to Johanna's.

Though Johanna had left for Marsingfill, Asel never cried for her thanks to Lucian and Amanda, who kept her company. In fact, she enjoyed playing with them.

Harry had not only brought Amanda the limited edition soft toy she wanted, but he also brought Asel a gift.

Amanda was so delighted that she hugged Harry and planted a few kisses on his cheeks. She even said she was going to use her pocket money to treat him to dinner. In the end, Genevieve decided they were to have dinner outside. After all, it had been a while since she took the children out.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Genevieve realized she had left her phone in the car. Hence, she informed Harry about it and left to retrieve her phone.

Soon, she arrived at the open-air parking lot. Just as she opened the car door to take her phone, someone pounced on her from the back and put a hand around her neck.

Genevieve could barely breathe. Yet, she used all her might to lift her leg and kick the man.

When the attacker had loosened his grip, she recalled the self-defense technique Armand taught her and shoved two fingers into the man's eyes after locating his eyes based on the sound of his breathing.

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The man was taken aback as he never thought a weak woman like her could counterattack.

Before he knew it, Genevieve gave him another kick. She wanted to open the door to the passenger seat when the latter took out an army knife and swiftly aimed it at her throat.

At that critical moment, the man was ambushed from the back. Hence, he had no choice but to give up on Genevieve and fight the person behind him.

The man was not only strong, but he was also a trained fighter. Sadly, Harry was basically no match for the former. As they were fighting, the attacker slashed Harry's arm using his army knife. Blood spurted out.

Right then, Genevieve successfully entered the car and triggered the alarm. She then removed one of her high heels and slammed it on the attacker's head when the latter was not paying attention to her. The man was worried that the alarm might attract the attention of the nearby security guards, so he kicked Harry in the stomach and fled.

Meanwhile, Genevieve could not be bothered to run after the attacker. Seeing the deep cut on Harry's bloody arm, she quickly grabbed a towel from the car and wrapped up his wound.

She then helped him into the car and sped to the hospital. On the way, she called Steven to watch over the children.

The moment they arrived at the hospital, Harry was brought to the emergency department.

The doctor immediately stitched up his wound while observing Harry's complexion. "It's a good thing you brought him here early. The consequences will be terrible if he had continued bleeding." Worried Harry would have a fever or other symptoms, the doctor suggested that the former stay in the hospital for a night.

Thus, Genevieve booked a VIP room and got Harry sent over. She then remembered Harry had not had his dinner, so she went to the hospital's cafeteria to get a bowl of oatmeal.

When she returned to the ward, she saw pale-looking Harry lying on the bed, looking nothing like the sunny boy she saw in the afternoon.

She asked gently, "Are you feeling better?"

"The wound hurts a little once the anesthetic wears off. Thank goodness you're not hurt." Harry had lost so much blood that even his voice sounded weak.

Genevieve could not help but feel touched. She brought a chair over and sat on it. "Why did you go to the parking lot?"

Harry answered, "Asel left her pacifier in the car. I was worried she'd cry without it, so I went there to get it. That's when I saw someone attacking you."

"Thank you. I would've been done for if it wasn't for you," Genevieve said softly.

Harry beamed, revealing his faint dimples. "It's my honor to protect you."

Genevieve removed the lid of the oatmeal's packaging, scooped a spoonful, and blew on it before passing it to Harry.

Surprisingly, he did not seem to like it. As soon as he saw the spoonful of oatmeal, he frowned and cast Genevieve a pitiful gaze. "Genevieve, can I not eat it?"

"You've lost too much blood. The doctor says you've got to eat something to replenish your body. Just half of it will do," Genevieve said.

Harry pursed his lips. "Can you stay with me in the hospital, then?"

"Okay," Genevieve answered. She never planned to leave that night, even if he did not ask her. After all, she was the reason he got injured.

It was only when he heard Genevieve's answer that he gobbled down half of the oatmeal obediently.

After that, Genevieve went to the restroom to get a pail of warm water and wiped him down. By the time she returned to the room and picked up her phone, a knock sounded on the door. Genevieve opened the door and saw Armand standing outside. "Don't you need to keep the leaders company?"

"Steven gave me a call. I was worried, so I came here. Besides, the minister is there. It'll be fine without me there." Armand scanned her from top to toe and let out a sigh of relief. "I called your phone three times just now. Why didn't you pick them up?"

Genevieve tapped on the phone and saw the notifications from his missed calls. "Maybe it's because I put my phone on silent mode."

Armand lifted his gaze and scrutinized Harry, who was on the bed.

Seeing his reaction, Genevieve explained, "I was ambushed when I was retrieving my phone in the parking lot. Harry got slashed on his arm trying to save me. He could've died."

It was at that moment when Armand finally realized the blood in the parking lot was Harry's.

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"Thank you," Armand said to Harry.

"Genevieve is my friend too. I'm just doing what I should do. I'm feeling a little tired..." Harry mumbled sleepily.

Seeing that, Genevieve pulled Armand out. "You should go home. I've promised to keep him company tonight."

"You're my wife. There's no difference if either one of us stays back. Besides, you should go home and take care of the kids. I don't think the nanny can handle them," Armand said gently, caressing her face.

He then said to Harry, "Anyway, it'll be easier to have a man take care of you. My wife will go home and take care of the kids. Is that okay with you?"

Armand's eyes were pitch black, looking as if they could see through every hidden intention Harry had.

Harry pursed his lips and said, "Sure."

"Okay. I'll go home now." Genevieve wanted to give Armand a kiss, but with an outsider in their presence, she merely tidied his outfit and left the room.

Once the door was shut, the two men did not exchange a single word, causing the room to fall silent in an instant.

Armand strolled over to the bed, pulled up a chair, and sat on it. "You knew?"

"What?" Harry was confused by Armand's sentence, which had no context.

Armand fixed his dark eyes on Harry for over ten seconds before smiling. "Nothing. Do you want some water?"

Harry shook his head. "I want to sleep."

Armand reached out and pressed the button on the side of the bed. The bed lowered slowly, and Harry pulled up his blanket with one hand, burying his head in it.

Armand then unlocked his phone, wanting to send Jerry a text. However, too many things had happened recently, and it was too much of a hassle to text each one personally. In the end, he decided to create a group chat with Cooper and the others in it.

First, Armand tagged Steven, asking the latter to look into the surveillance footage of the open-air parking lot and find out who that man was. Armand wanted to know if that was the same person who injured Genevieve on the cruise ship.

Cooper immediately replied: Is Genev okay?

Armand: Harry shielded her, but his arm was slashed, so I'm spending the night at the hospital to keep him company.

Jerry asked curiously: Did your wife offend someone? Why is she always the target for assassination?

Cooper: Zayne once asked me for Curb.emotion's antidote to save Sylvie, but I didn't give it to him. He watched Sylvie die in his arms.

Cooper suspected Zayne was taking it out on Genevieve for Sylvie's death.

Armand, too, agreed with Cooper's reasoning. He could not think of a more plausible answer to the situation. Moreover, he was constantly by Genevieve's side. There was no way he did not know about it if she had made enemies along the way.

Jerry: I have a friend who's acquainted with Zayne. I'll get him to lure some information out of Zayne.

Armand: Thank you.

Jerry: Oh, come on. I'm more than happy to be able to serve a future political leader.

Ignoring Jerry's text, Armand typed: About the other matter, was Harry involved in it?

Jerry: I've might've known Harry for many years, but I don't know him that well anymore since we rarely hang out for the past two years. Then again, he's mostly hanging out with people like Evan and the others. He shouldn't be capable of doing such things.

Cooper: The more harmless a person looks, the scarier they can be. Apparently, he could've lost his life if the bodyguard had arrived a little later when he was kidnapped as a kid. He even developed a major trauma because of that. If I were him and knew who was working with the kidnapper, I'll never let the person off even if it would cost me my life.

Jerry: His father, Nigel, is no fool. Besides, he's also a politician. There's no way he doesn't know about it if Dylan worked with Hans' gang.

Cooper: They are both his sons. He can only feign ignorance even if he knows about it.

Jerry: As expected from Mr. Sutton, your reasoning ability is excellent.

Cooper then tagged Armand in the group with a text that read: Don't let Genev be in touch with Harry anymore. I think this dude has a dark side, and he might be more ruthless than Jack.

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Armand lowered his gaze and read the messages in silence. At the same time, he recalled some matters that had been neglected.

Truth was, he did not tell Genevieve about him becoming Robert's godson. As long as Robert doesn't make any sudden appearances and Steven keeps quiet about it, Genevieve will never know Robert is still in Jadeborough. Then again, Harry brought Genevieve to Sally's birthday party the other day, and Genevieve witnessed Sally getting intimate with me. Then, that encounter at the amusement park. How can there be such a coincidence? Harry and Genevieve arrived right after Sally and me. It's as if Harry wanted Genevieve to see all that.

Armand then recalled the incident where Genevieve was supposed to go to Baykeep. Suddenly, someone informed him that there was something dangerous on the plane, which made him rush to the airport to look for her.

Ultimately, he found out that one of Sally's housekeepers was on the same plane and had sent Sally pictures of him being close to Genevieve. Even so, he could not help but feel that there was something amiss about the matter. It was as if someone had a bigger motive instead of merely playing a trick on him.

Armand glanced at the bed. As he stared at Harry, who hid under the blanket, his gaze darkened.

Just like Cooper, Armand felt Harry was not as simple as he looked.

When Genevieve had fallen into a deep sleep, she felt a hand scratching her waist.

"Sweetie, stop messing around," Genevieve mumbled, adjusting her posture. She slept with the two children that night. Hence, she thought Amanda had woken up and was messing around. However, the hand continued exploring Genevieve's slender waist.

Sensing something amiss, she stiffened and opened her eyes. When she saw Armand's smiling face and his hungry gaze, she sighed with relief.

Punching him gently, she scolded, "You gave me the shock of my life. I thought Amanda was up to no good again."

Armand lowered himself and kissed Genevieve several times, forcefully prying her lips open.

Genevieve was about to say something but was interrupted by Armand.

When the kiss ended, Armand saw her looking around anxiously, and he chuckled. "I've brought the kids out long ago."

"Tsk. Couldn't you have said that earlier?" Genevieve glared at him. She thought her image had been ruined.

The curtains that were half closed had blocked the sunlight from pouring in. Genevieve noticed the sky was slightly bright, but she was too tired to get up. Thus, she wrapped her arms around his neck and lay her head on his chest.

"What time is it? Why did you come back from the hospital?" she asked.

"It's already six-thirty." Armand kissed her on the cheek, but she gave him a push because of the stubble on his face.

Armand pulled her into his embrace, saying, "Let me hug you for a while. I'll make breakfast for you and the kids later."

"I don't understand how Asel can play with your daughter so intensely. She's only a few months old... You know what? They even had the energy to play until midnight. I had to give them a scolding to make them go to bed. Lucian's the best. He slept at nine- thirty." Genevieve sounded exhausted.

Armand chuckled. "Johanna's staying in Marsingfill for a week. You're going to experience this routine for a few more days."

Genevieve punched him again.

Suddenly, the strong cigarette and disinfectant smell on Armand snapped her awake. She lifted her head and stared at him. "You didn't shower yesterday?" "Nope. I didn't bring my clothes with me."

"No wonder you smell so strongly of disinfectant. It's gotten onto me now. Let's take a bath." Genevieve pursed her lips and wrapped her legs around his waist. Armand lowered his head and gazed at her. "Do you really want to take a bath with me? I've just managed to control myself."

"I want to scrub your back." Genevieve snuggled up to him.

Hence, Armand carried her into the bathroom and turned on the tap to fill up the bathtub with hot water. Then, he carried her into the shower stall.

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Thirty minutes later, Armand carried Genevieve out of the shower stall. At that time, the bathtub was already filled with water.

He placed her gently in the bathtub.

Though Genevieve's arm was feeling slightly sore, she remembered the promise she had made earlier. She went to Armand's back, got to her knees, squeezed some shower gel onto his back, and began rubbing it.

The restlessness in Armand's heart returned when he felt her soft hands rubbing against his back.

Suddenly, he let out a chuckle.

Genevieve poked his back and raised a brow, asking, "What are you laughing at? Is it because of my amazing service?"

Armand said, "I thought of the time when you first took off your clothes in front of me."

Genevieve froze for a few seconds before remembering the incident he was referring to.

That was the time when she wanted to help him shower, to thank him for bailing her out of the police station. However, he rejected her offer.

With that memory playing in her mind, she lowered her head and bit Armand on his shoulder. "You obviously wanted to bed me that time. Yet, you had to humiliate me. If you were more brutal back then, you wouldn't have me as your wife today."

"I just didn't want you to think of other men while hugging me. I'll get jealous," said Armand.

Genevieve raised a brow, feeling a lot better after hearing that.

When she was done with his back, she scooted to the front. Her knees hurt a little from kneeling on the porcelain bathtub. Hence, Armand let her sit on his thighs.

As she used the showerhead to wash away the foam on his chest, she saw the horizontal scar near his heart.

Coincidentally, it split the Genevieve Orsi tattoo into half.

Genevieve's smile faded, and she traced the scar. "Why does it look so dark? Why didn't you go for a scar removal surgery?"

Armand answered, "I don't want to. If I went for a scar removal surgery, the tattoo you like will be gone. Besides, I can't simply get tattoos on this area ever since I had the heart transplant surgery." "Then so be it. The scar looks so horrible here," Genevieve mumbled, staring at the scar.

"It's fine. You're the only one who sees it, anyway."

He's got scars from the gunshot wounds on his back and his chest. And now, there's another one from the heart transplant. He's so young, yet he's covered in scars.

Genevieve's nose stung. She felt bad for the pain her lover had gone through.

She lowered her head and gently kissed the scar near his heart. She did that repeatedly, pouring her affection on him.

Armand, on the other hand, felt a burning sensation in the area where she kissed. He called out hoarsely, "Darling-■"

Genevieve held his face and pressed her forehead against his. "Don't call me darling all the time. Use something else. You can call me Babe, Sweetie, or Wifey. I like these better."

However, Armand could not bring himself to use something else, for he was too used to calling her "Darling."

However, Genevieve did not like his old-fashioned ways. She insisted, "Isn't it normal to give your wife a more intimate form of address? There's no need to be so shy. Hurry up. Call me Sweetie." Seeing Armand unwilling to do as she wished, she threatened, "You're not going to say it, aren't you?" Genevieve loosened her grip, looking as if she was about to leave.

Armand quickly pulled her back and said, "Sweetie."

He felt slightly restless, which made his voice a little hoarse. Regardless, Genevieve found it rather attractive, and she smirked.

"Beg me to stay, then."

Armand was stumped. Since when did she learn to bully me?

He pulled her into his embrace and fixed a lustful gaze on her. "I'm begging you, Sweetie. Please stay."

Genevieve smiled sweetly and planted a kiss on his cheeks.

It was already eight o'clock by the time they stepped out of the bathroom. Armand had no time to continue coaxing Genevieve.

So, he placed her on the bed and went downstairs to get breakfast prepared.

Genevieve stayed in bed for a little while before getting up at eight-thirty to wash up.

When she arrived downstairs, the two children were already up and having their breakfast at the table. Meanwhile, Asel was sitting in the baby chair and enjoying her bottle of milk. Genevieve scanned the living room and asked Lucian, "Where's your dad?"

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Lucian twirled his fork to pick up the spaghetti while answering in an innocent yet serious tone, "No idea. I think he left after making breakfast."

Genevieve hummed softly and walked over to the dining table to find a bouquet of pink roses sitting in the basket.

The petals were soft and had dew on them as if they were just sent over from the florist.

The faint fragrance of the roses lifted Genevieve's mood.

Amanda looked at Genevieve, saying, "Mommy, I haven't seen Daddy in ages. Is he coming back today?"

"Yep. If he isn't too busy, we might be able to have his cooking dinner," Genevieve replied.

Hearing that, Amanda said happily, "I hope Daddy isn't busy today. I want him to make me a beef pie! Anyway, are you going to the office today, Mommy? Mr. Sullivan says the weather is great, and he's taking us to the orchard."

"Yes. I've got some things to deal with. Enjoy yourself. Don't forget to put on a hat. I don't want this little face of yours to get sunburned." Genevieve patted her head.

"Okay!"

Once breakfast was over, Steven came over to take the children and the nanny to the orchard.

Meanwhile, shortly after Genevieve and Jerry signed a contract, the operations department made an official statement on their social media accounts while the business department pulled some strings to make Jerry an ambassador and get some resources for him.

Charlotte, too, was incredibly supportive by sending intimate pictures of her and Jerry to the media companies.

Charlotte was a well-known social elite. Besides her family owning a real estate business, she also had an uncle who was involved in the entertainment industry.

She had always been silent before such a major event happened at Genevieve Orsi Productions. Now that Jerry had signed up with Genevieve Orsi Productions, rumors of him being in a scandal with Charlotte spread instantly. It looked as if the company had dealt with the recent problems speedily.

Moreover, there were even some newbies who were still in film school who tried sending their resumes to Genevieve Orsi Productions.

Meanwhile, the boss of Coolplay Entertainment was feeling utterly regretful. If he had known about all that earlier, he would have re-discussed it with Genevieve and possibly earn a large sum of money from it. In the meantime, Genevieve was busy working in her office when she received a WhatsApp message from Harry that read: Genevieve...

Coincidentally, Genevieve was feeling a little tired from reading all the documents. Hence, she put down her pen and replied to Harry's message: What is it? Does your wound still hurt?

Harry: Yeah. I accidentally stumbled onto a table, and it reopened.

Knowing how deep his wound was, Genevieve guessed he must have bled a lot. Genevieve texted: Don't simply move that hand of yours. You can get the nurses to help you if there's anything you need. Harry: Genevieve, if you're coming over in the afternoon, can you bring me a matcha-flavored crepe cake? I'm craving it.

Several seconds later, Harry sent another text: I've asked the doctor. He says desserts are fine.

Just then, Harry heard a knock on the door when he had just sent the last text to Genevieve. He quickly turned off his phone and put it under his pillow.

The visitor was a doctor in a white coat who had no ounce of gentleness in his demeanor.

Jesse took out his phone and examined the room. A few seconds later, a red light blinked on the screen. Following the location of the red light, he found a bug under the bed.

He took a piece of cotton to cover the device before finally removing his mask and saying to Harry, "There's a bugging device."

"It must be Armand who put it there. He suspects me." Harry brushed his fringe aside with his left hand, revealing his pretty yet cold eyes.

Jesse smiled bitterly. "I told you before, right? He's smart and scary at the same time."

However, Harry was unfazed. Instead, he grinned and said excitedly, "That's what makes it fun. I want to see what is his next move."

Jesse did not respond to that. He knew Harry was a little crazy.

Jesse took out a tiny square box from his pocket and handed it to Harry, saying, "It's the latest model. All you need is to inject it behind the ear. They won't feel a thing after an hour."

"Okay." Harry accepted the box and placed it under his pillow without opening it.

Seeing that, Jesse picked up an orange from the fruit basket and started peeling it. "You can just get some men to deal with Dylan silently. Why did you have to spread the news that put you in a precarious situation? Your father might suspect it's your doing once he hears about it."

"That's the whole point. There's another person I want to be dealt with." Harry flashed Jesse a smile, yet the former's gaze was icy cold.

Chapter 899

Jesse stopped peeling the orange and stared at Harry, who said nonchalantly, "But she's just an accomplice... I just need one of her eyes to be dug out and her tongue cut off. If my beloved father is unwilling to do it, then you'll need to get someone to do it."

It was at that moment when Jesse realized Siena Hompton was involved in Harry's kidnapping when he was a kid.

Harry was only four years old when Jesse came to know him.

Back then, Jesse looked down on Harry because the latter was still a child. However, he stopped feeling that way ever since he witnessed Harry's terrifying schemes.

Jesse really wanted to find out what Harry had experienced during those couple of hours of his abduction that he transformed into such a ruthless character. In fact, Harry was willing to wait until the very moment to get his revenge.

Suddenly, Jesse noticed Harry frowning as if the latter wanted to vomit. Hence, Jesse quickly handed him the trash can.

Harry threw up all the food he had that morning. He then rinsed his mouth and tossed the cup into the trash can as well. Jesse merely thought Harry was feeling nauseous from the pain of his wound.

He glanced at Harry's bandaged right arm and asked, "I don't understand. Your school has tons of young and pretty girls. Why do you only like Genevieve? Why do you have to torture yourself like that just to make her pay more attention to you? Aren't you worried about the consequences?"

Two dimples appeared on Harry's face, making his smile cute yet mesmerizing. "Because she's pretty. Her eyes are like marbles. I really like them, but they'll rot if I take them out. So, I want to make her mine. want to be the only person she sees."

Jesse shrugged as he could not understand Harry's unique fetish.

Jesse threw a piece of orange into his mouth before reporting, "I've sent someone to look into the cruise ship incident. They found nothing even after threatening the other party with violence. It's as if the latter doesn't know anything. My guess is that there's only one person behind this attack against Genevieve. But..."

Harry opened his eyes and glanced at Jesse.

The latter unlocked his phone and showed Harry a picture. "I've seen this person during my trip to Lostaria. He's Osborn Carlo, the son of the biggest mafia family in Lostaria. If my memory serves me right, he's become the head of the Carlo family last year. He wore a wig and colored contacts when he was on the cruise ship."

Harry gazed at the handsome, mixed-blood man in the picture for several seconds. "What was he doing on the cruise ship?"

"That day, the cruise ship was booked by a dating company for some dating event. He must be there on a hunt for pretty girls," Jesse guessed.

He then bent over and whispered to Harry, "My informant tells me Osborn had a meal with an officer of Baykeep not long ago. Apparently, he wants to bring Felix down."

Harry raised his brow and asked in confusion, "He's a foreign mafia. What kind of grudge can he have against the famous Zeigler family?"

"I'm not sure about that. It took a lot of effort for my informant to get such information. Evan seems to be quite close to Yuvan. Should we tell him about it?" asked Jesse.

"Find out who's the one who attacked Genevieve on the cruise ship. I don't care about the others," Harry said in an eerie tone.

Hearing that, Jesse understood his intentions and fell silent.

Meanwhile, Genevieve sighed when she read Harry's message.

At first, she figured she did not have to go to the hospital since there were nurses there who could take care of him. Now that Harry had made such a request, Genevieve could picture his pitiful face. She felt bad if she did not visit him.

After all, Harry would not have been admitted to the hospital if not for saving her.

Hence, Genevieve replied with an "okay." Right then, the dessert shop named "Only One" came to her mind. She immediately searched for the number pinned at the top of her chat list and sent him an emoji. He replied swiftly as if he was on his phone during that time. It read: Yes?

Genevieve: You called me Sweetie this morning, and now "yes" is the only thing you're typing? Hmph! You're a fickle and heartless man!

Armand: I know you miss me. I miss you too.

Chapter 900

Genevieve felt a sweet sensation in her heart. When she found out that he was not busy at work, she continued the conversation. Genevieve: Are you the owner of the dessert shop?

Armand: Yes.

Genevieve: So, the dessert I ate every time was made by you?

Armand: Why? Are you craving it? I can make some for you tonight.

Genevieve: Sir, since when did you become so romantic? I want to kiss you so badly. I want you to feed me some cake using your mouth.

Armand paused for some time before replying: Your mind is corrupted.

Though separated by a screen, Genevieve could imagine Armand rolling his eyes. She chuckled and rocked in her seat. However, she stopped messing around, worried she would be in deep trouble that night if she continued teasing him.

Around eleven-thirty in the morning, Genevieve left the office, packed lunch and a piece of a matcha-flavored crepe cake, and headed to the hospital.

Harry was lying in bed watching a movie on his tablet that was placed on the table in front of him. His sullen expression was instantly replaced by a smile the moment Genevieve entered the room. "Hey, Genevieve," he greeted.

Genevieve hummed in response and placed his lunch on the table.

She was about to put a fork into his right hand when she saw the bandage on his arm. Pausing for a while, she then placed it into his left hand.

Harry glanced at her. Seeing her motionless, he had no choice but to take the fork and dig into his food.

Genevieve pulled up a chair and sat in it. "What did the doctor say?"

Harry swallowed the food before answering, "I can be discharged anytime, but I shouldn't go home just like that. I might need to stay in Jadeborough for a few days."

Genevieve took out her phone. "I'll book a hotel room for you. I won't have the time to take care of you since I've got to take care of three children these days. I'll get you a suite and get the hotel to find you a butler. Just let them know if there's anything you need to buy. I'll foot the bills."

Harry looked a little disappointed, but he answered obediently. "Thanks, Genevieve."

Genevieve then made a call to Lovely Heart Hotel and booked a suite within minutes.

When she put down her phone, she happened to see the city's trending news. According to the news, a certain intersection collapsed, causing two cars to fall into the sinkhole. Most importantly, the hole was a few meters deep. The two cars that fell into it were totally out of shape.

As Genevieve watched the footage, she realized the car plate of the first car looked familiar. To her dismay, it was the official vehicle Armand took earlier.

Genevieve felt a chill in her limbs and her heart pounding with panic.

She shot to her feet, knocking over the chair in the process, and shot out of the ward without saying goodbye to Harry. At the same time, she dialed Armand's number with trembling hands. Armand said he was still in the government building earlier. Is someone else using the car?

Alas, no one answered the phone. It made Genevieve panic even more.

After leaving the hospital, she stepped on the accelerator and sped to the collapsed intersection. In the meantime, she continued dialing Armand's number.

The intersection was not too far from the hospital. When she arrived in the vicinity, she saw rows of cars stopped in front of her.

Hence, she got out of the car and rushed to the sinkhole. When she got near it, she saw caution tape placed around it.

Since the ground was still sinking, the firefighters who were carrying out the rescue mission urged the crowd to move further away. Meanwhile, another firefighter had wrapped a rope around himself before leaping into the sinkhole to rescue the victims.

Genevieve stood among the crowd and waited anxiously for some time before finally seeing someone being pulled out of the sinkhole. The firefighters around the area quickly brought the victim to a safe area. After seeing four to five people being brought out, Genevieve finally saw Armand being pulled out with the rope.

He was covered in mud, looking utterly disheveled.

When Genevieve saw no signs of blood on him, she heaved a sigh of relief. However, a firefighter accidentally touched Armand's left arm, causing the latter to wince in pain. "Mando..." Genevieve's heart tensed again, and she wanted to rush over.

Hearing Genevieve's voice, Armand glanced in her direction. He then pointed at his ear and then at the ground.

Genevieve understood what he meant. His phone was in the car. That was why he could not answer her calls.

He then shot her a look that indicated he was fine. Hence, she did not approach him and watched him being sent off to the hospital along with the other victims.