My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 358 Why Is Mister Faulkner Being So Cheeky

Their plane touched down at Sirmoor an hour past noon.

Genevieve and Steven were received by the CEO of the branch company personally. En route to the office, the latter passed along all the documents relevant to the project over to Genevieve and also asked if she wanted to have lunch before they got started.

“We’ve already eaten on the flight, so that won’t be necessary.” Genevieve smiled coolly before she turned her attention back to the files.

When they arrived at the branch office, the CEO had all the teams responsible for that project called into the meeting room. Discussions continued past six in the evening before they managed to identify and address all the problems.

Half expecting to spend at least another day there, Genevieve did not anticipate that everything would be settled within a couple of hours.

As it was getting late and with concerns about the toil all the flight hopping could have on Genevieve, Steven suggested spending the night at a hotel before returning to Jadeborough in the morning.

By the time they got to the hotel, it was already eight o’clock plus in the evening.

Steven went to the front desk to check in while Genevieve waited by the lounge at the side.

At that moment, a group of young women entered the hotel with their own luggage. As there was only two personnel manning the front desk, that group lined up behind Steven and chatted while they waited.

whispering to her companions after she glanced in Genevieve’s way. Afterward, the lot of them

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so heart-wrenching that

director to have a sequel

have your autograph, Sylvie?

girls crowded Genevieve, and some of them even produced some pens and notebooks

two steps back and removed her shades. “You all have the

they saw the extravagantly exquisite visage underneath and were consequently left rooted to the

brows of Genevieve’s were perked up at the moment, adding an element of

much like that movie star Sylvie Clasen, only much

look for Genevieve who politely asked for herself to be excused. She then passed between the girls with her

the girls remarked awkwardly, “S-She looks

now!” Another one of them squealed, “She’s Genevieve Rachford, and the man

she might be Sylvie’s sister? The resemblance is

had shed many tears and were under the impression that they had lucked

the woman they chanced upon was