My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 75 He Is Having Dinner At Home

As she walked toward the window, she found Armand’s number and dialed it. Enjoying the scenery of the garden, she held her breath while waiting for him to answer the call.

After ten seconds, the call went through.

Just as Genevieve was about to speak, a gentle and feminine voice could be heard from the other end. “Hi, who’s there?”

Genevieve found the voice familiar.

Well aware that Armand was busy, Genevieve simply viewed the caller as a worker of his company. “I’m looking for Mr. Faulkner. Is he busy?”

“No.” After a short pause, she added, “He’s having dinner at home.”

Although the woman’s voice sounded friendly and gentle, Genevieve knitted her brows slightly as she could tell that she was trying to assert dominance.

In a flash, she understood the situation and apologized, “Sorry to disturb, then.” She swiftly hung up the phone.

Ever since she found out Armand’s identity and agreed to his deal, Genevieve knew that he would be surrounded by many women, and she would not be his only one.

The call that day confirmed her suspicions.

Although she had no right to interfere with Armand’s love life, she somehow felt uncomfortable when she found out about the presence of some other woman around him.

was standing at the window. “Ms. Rachford, have

not

table to be an eyesore. With that, she took it to the kitchen and

Maria seemed to figure

weekend,

Armand had not returned the previous night. When the woman who had answered the call flashed through her mind,

gave the limited edition Pagani a check

pat and raised his eyebrow at

sure.” With an impassive expression, Genevieve strode over and took the

quick glance at

the door and stared at him after getting into the car. “Are you coming? If you’re not,

I am!” Upon hearing that, Patrick quickly

owned quite a few luxury cars before, including a limited edition sports car, she bought them because of their cool exteriors. Hence,

she loved driving the Pagani as it

with the car roof open, the strong wind ruffled her hair and blew her gloomy emotions

in fear in the passenger seat

God… This is neither a sports car nor an off-road vehicle. Don’t drive that fast!”

across anything that has upset you. I’ll help

lights, Genevieve immediately stepped on the brake. Whirling around to look at Patrick, she muttered, “I have sublime

car however you like. It doesn’t matter if I’m dead. But you’re the wife of a CEO that’s worth

Genevieve was rendered speechless.