Chapter 85 Who Do You Think You Are

Cooper wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his finger and tried to stand up.

However, Armand had knocked him down so brutally that his organs ached. Cooper gritted his teeth tightly, taking a while to stand up.

His eyes darkened when he saw Genevieve in Armand’s arms, possessiveness filling his heart.

“Genevieve is nothing but a plaything to you, Mr. Faulkner. Playthings like these will come your way with a wave of your arm,” Cooper said.

“Let’s talk about business.” He raised his hand and unbuttoned the first button. “I only want her.”

“You think you’re good enough to talk about business with me?” Armand scoffed disdainfully.

Genevieve, who Armand had secured his hand around, suddenly squirmed and mumbled something incoherent as her head nuzzled into his suit.

He realized something was wrong with her. Ignoring Cooper, Armand lifted her into his arms and left the guest room.

Cooper’s face fell. He strode forward, reached out, and grabbed Genevieve’s hand.

Cooper could touch them, Armand turned around with Genevieve

fell to the ground

men in police uniforms rushed to the

assault my wife. Send him to the police station and

gist of what had happened without Armand saying

the room and

suite upstairs. Genevieve seemed to be under the effect of some kind of drug, so Armand took the elevator

her lips on his neck

breathing was rapid as she left

cracks began to form on his icy expression. At that

tilted his neck to the right, intending to avoid

passionately. There was a dissatisfied tone

Adam’s apple, she planted a

a cramped space, and Armand could smell her fragrance more

luxury suite, Steven frowned as he guarded the tightly

phone. “Yes, it’s in the freezer’s small

an order in a hurry and heard the

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