My Husband Is a Gary Stu

After a glance at the number, Genevieve picked up the call.

However, she was not the first to speak; the other person was. “Genevieve, ask Coop if Specter Corporation's overseas company is still going fine. Come to Blue Shore Café to look for me after you're done with the call.”

With that, the other person ended the call.

Genevieve's heart sank. The moment she entered her office, she called Cooper, but no one answered the phone. Thus, she called Bertilla instead.

“Ms. Rachford.” Bertilla picked up rather quickly.

“Is Coop not in the office? I called him a few times, but no one picked up the call,” Genevieve said. “Also, did something happen to Specter Corporation's Mysonna branch?”

“Yes. Mr. Sutton has gone to Mysonna to deal with it.”

Genevieve then found out from Bertilla that Specter Corporation's Mysonna branch was suddenly investigated by the local law enforcement department and had lost hundreds of millions in Anglanduran currency.

Genevieve drew her brows together and asked, “Has this matter been settled?”

“No.” Bertilla sighed. “Mr. Sutton has been communicating with the local law enforcement department, but an executive member of the branch admitted to offering bribes to the law enforcement officers. Not only does it seem like the branch won't be opened for a while, but it also seems like we'll be facing a huge amount of penalty. The other party is clearly after Specter Corporation, but Mr. Sutton has no grudges with any overseas forces...”

Bertilla's last sentence reminded Genevieve of something.

After a while longer of conversing, Genevieve ended the call and hastily left the company to head to Blue Shore Café.

As it was only a little over ten in the morning, there was hardly anyone in the café.

After Genevieve stepped into the place and scanned the area, she soon noticed someone seated by the corner.

Her eyes darkened, and she walked over to sit down opposite the person.

Sally leisurely lifted her head to glance at Genevieve before shaking her phone in front of her. With a sneer on her face, she said, “I've seen the Twitter video that the reporters posted just now. Genevieve, you're impressive to have turned the tables, but so what? It's true that Rachel took drugs. Just that alone is enough for me to make your company rot.”

Genevieve knew that it was highly likely that Sally was behind both Rachel's suicide and the trouble at Specter Corporation's Mysonna branch.

After all, it was simply too easy for Sally to get rid of a company with her status and ruthlessness.

Sally's powerful family background was a mountain of pressure on Genevieve, and Genevieve knew what was the outcome of a peasant fighting with a king.

Hence, Genevieve pursed her lips and quietly asked, “What do you want?”

Sally let out a prideful laugh when she saw Genevieve humbling herself.

She then lifted the cup of coffee that had turned cold and poured some on her sports shoe. Instantly, her white shoe turned brown from the liquid.

Then, Sally put the cup back on the table and nonchalantly said, “My shoe's dirty. Why don't you clean it for me?”

Genevieve narrowed her eyes.

She knew that Sally was doing that on purpose—that she wanted to destroy her dignity.

“Ms. Rachford, didn't you ask me what I wanted? I'm giving you a chance now, so why aren't you cherishing it?” Sally leaned back on her chair and began relishing Genevieve's gloomy expression. “It took me three days to make the local law enforcement officers investigate Specter Corporation's Mysonna branch. Do you want to make a guess how long it'll take for me to make Specter Corporation get investigated too?”

Specter Corporation was the Rachford family's blood, sweat, and tears. Genevieve had once sworn that, as long as she was alive, Specter Corporation would forever be owned by the Rachford family.