My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 149 Print Out A Divorce Agreement

When Patrick saw Armand coming out, he shifted his gaze and straightened his body. Armand closed the door, waved Patrick over, and asked in a low voice, “Your brother said that you handled the matter yesterday?”

“Yes.” “Where is the man?” Patrick fiddled with his fingers. Lowering his head, he answered, “Dead.” His fists were too brutal. By the time the call was made to warn Marilyn, he noticed that the man had already stopped breathing. Armand was still as cool as a cucumber when he heard that.

went up to Patrick. “Patrick, what did Mr. Faulkner say to you just now?” “He asked me to book a

was obviously legally bound to Genevieve, yet he pampered Marilyn so much. The night before, even if that man had gotten away

stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.” “None of my business?” Patrick could not take it anymore. “Genev is my friend. She’s a human being! Do you know that day at the Faulkner residence, Genev—” “Patrick!” As they were just beside the ward, Steven lowered his voice and said, “Next time, you call her either ‘Mrs. Faulkner’ or ‘Ms. Rachford.’ If you call her anything other than that, I will kick your butt to Epea, and you will never come back! Now, go buy a phone for Mr. Faulkner. I will book the hotel suite and handle Mrs. Faulkner’s discharge.” Patrick was quiet. His lips were itching to speak, but he swallowed his words in the end. With heavy eyelids, he turned and headed to the elevator. Once Patrick returned from buying the phone, Armand installed the SIM card and switched it on. He put his coat over Genevieve, then took her out of the hospital and to the hotel. Genevieve would not cooperate with him in the slightest. At the hotel, she dashed to the front desk and showed her

they could indeed provide this service, the young receptionist was confused by Genevieve’s

took a look at the message on the phone and was amused. “This hotel is owned by Central Group. Do you think the