My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 83 In What Position Are You Speaking

After regaining her freedom, Genevieve leaned against the wall and took a few breaths. She felt like someone had hammered her head as a black fuzz started edging into the edge of her consciousness.

She recalled that she also smelled the scent Patrick was talking about just now.

Genevieve pulled up the coat that had slipped to her elbow and brought it up to her shoulders.

She looked up and was about to say something but swallowed up her words when she saw the sullen expression worn by the man standing in front of her. The man was wearing a dark gray suit, his eyes glinting with a cold gleam under his glasses.

Why is Cooper here?

Soon, Genevieve smelled the blood. She lowered her head to find Patrick lying unconscious on the ground. Her face changed in an instant.

Cooper must have struck hard to immobilize Patrick.

Flustered, Genevieve forgot that her phone had been snatched by Patrick when she called Cooper just now. She rummaged in the pocket trying to find her phone but to no avail. Instead, she inadvertently felt a small hard object in her pocket.

Just as she was about to dig the object out of her pocket, Cooper, who had been standing still, suddenly took a step toward her and grabbed her wrist.

Genevieve was caught off guard. She was jostled toward the guest room across the corridor in which the door was left ajar.

the door was slammed

with a black cap slowly walked

glanced at the guest room, then turned to Patrick who was on the ground. He took out his mobile phone and

“The plan has failed.”

the other end of the phone and

man hung up the phone and disappeared into the corner of the

entering the room, Cooper pressed Genevieve’s hands tightly against the wall, leaned

at the Civil Hall, he

worker of Central Group that Genevieve had gotten married

turned out that Genevieve was more than a

gotten over the shock yet. Before she

gripped her hands so hard that her wrists were trembling. “Cooper, let go of

again. Her mind became heavier, and

the fog in her

Cooper’s face suddenly darkened as a huge wave of

leaned over and closed the distance between him and Genevieve. His voice was icy cold. “So, do

let go of me!” Genevieve did not answer his question. Instead, she raised her head and met his

was ragged, and her face was still pale from the shock just now, but Genevieve still looked as beautiful as ever. However,