My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 89

quietly by the window. After the conversation with Timothy and Steven, the cigarette between his fingers had also reached its end. “Once Queenie’s awake, I’ll give her a proper interrogation. I’m dying to find whoever that’s responsible for this setup. How dare they drag my woman into this!” “Wow.” Timothy’s arms were folded in front of his chest. He mocked, “Armand, you were despising her just a few hours ago. All of a sudden, she’s your woman now?” Armand tilted his head and gave him a cold stare. Timothy stopped fooling around. He yawned before announcing to the rest, “It’s been a busy night. I’m feeling tired as well. I’ll go and take a rest. Look for my assistant if there’s anything.” Right before entering his room, Timothy stole another glance at Armand. “I assumed that seven times a night was just an exaggeration by the netizens online. Pfft! Now that I’ve seen it, I have to believe it,” he remarked. The corner of Armand’s eye twitched after hearing what he had to say. If Timothy had closed his door a second late, Armand would have dashed over, detached his head, and reassembled it. By the time Steven came back with a suit for Armand, it was already some time past eight in the morning. Armand was changing into his suit. As he was buttoning his sleeves, he couldn’t help but look in the direction of Genevieve’s room. He instructed Steven, “You stay here. I’ll go to the office by myself.” Steven nodded. “Certainly.” Genevieve felt like she had a long dream. She