My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 80 Save Them For Yourself

In the crowd, Armand was talking to a few executives.

He glanced over at the banquet door unintentionally and saw Genevieve being pulled out by a woman. She was staggering, and her eyes were only half-open.

Armand called Steven over and asked in a low voice, “What did she just drink?”

“Two glasses of champagne.” Steven knew what Armand was about to ask, so he continued, “Two glasses of champagne can’t make someone drunk. Besides, Patrick went out about ten minutes ago.”

Armand seemed to have understood something upon hearing the reply. The corners of his lips curled upward.

After coming out of the banquet hall, Genevieve and Queenie took the elevator. Genevieve looked uncomfortable, so she rested her head on Queenie’s shoulder.

“Queenie, why does everything look so blurry…”

Queenie lowered her head and looked at her. She asked with concern, “Genevieve, did you drink too much?”

“I think so. I’m not a good drinker… Please buy me hangover medicine after I get changed in the lounge,” murmured Genevieve.

“All right,” answered Queenie. Looking at Genevieve, who was drunk, the look in her eyes became contorted.

Queenie dragged Genevieve out roughly when the elevator stopped at the selected floor.

to be for the guest

Her clouded eyes glanced across the rooms on the sides of the corridor as she asked, “Did

for you!” A cold smirk appeared on Queenie’s face. She dragged her toward the room as she continued, “I will let you experience an

“W-What did you say?”

arrogant before you even joined the Central

she didn’t see Patrick and Genevieve in the luxurious car together, she would never believe

doesn’t even have a home anymore. Why does she have such an outstanding man by her side? Why are people still willing to help

the scene in the restaurant where she was insulted, Queenie gritted her teeth and said, “Genevieve, you’ve made me suffer such

up Genevieve for the whole day just to make her lower her guard. Only then could

she saw Queenie staring at her with a sinister gaze. She said in a trembling voice, “Queenie, don’t

like an ant in my hand that can’t escape now? Where’s

hair forcefully and

the men in the room are your admirers. I’m not treating you badly. They will take good care of you

with

grip on Genevieve’s arm and dragged her to the door. She took out the keycard with her other hand and swiped it on the

creak, the door swung

to enjoy your

was about to happen to Genevieve, Queenie

pushed Genevieve into the dark

that moment, Genevieve grabbed Queenie’s hand and

was startled. She quickly held on to the door frame. Raising her