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.

his emails, Steven happened to see Armand heading back into the ward. Steven quickly went up to Patrick. “Patrick, what did Mr. Faulkner say to you just now?” “He asked me to book a hotel suite and buy a

obviously legally bound to Genevieve, yet he pampered Marilyn so much. The night before, even if that man had gotten away with it, Patrick had no way to send him to the police

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

a printer at the front desk and they could indeed provide this service, the young receptionist was confused by Genevieve’s request. If this lady wants to settle her divorce papers, shouldn’t she be looking for a lawyer?

did not even spare her a passing glance as he snatched away Genevieve’s phone. He took a look at the message on the phone and was amused. “This hotel is owned by Central Group. Do you think the employees would help