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 in his arms

to the ground and no longer

in

attempted to assault my wife. Send him to the police station and lock him up,” Armand ordered

had happened without

swiftly entered the room and

seemed to be under the effect of some kind of drug, so Armand took the

kept moving around, brushing her lips on his neck while putting both arms around

left kisses

cracks began to form on his icy

neck to the right, intending

passionately. There was a dissatisfied tone in her voice, “Don’t hide from

Adam’s apple, she planted

and Armand could smell her fragrance more clearly, sending

luxury suite, Steven frowned as

the freezer’s small compartment on the right. It’s exactly the bottle of blue medicine. Send it to the

heard the doorbell

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