“I've been keeping that to buy you clothes.” Armand lowered his head and kissed Genevieve. Next, he took her hand and carried the shopping bags on the couch with his other hand.

Genevieve pulled her hand out from his. “Wait for me here. The restroom on this floor is not far away. I need to touch up my makeup.”

In the meantime, a woman wearing a baseball cap was leaning against the wall outside the restroom, scrolling through her phone.

Right after Genevieve entered the restroom, the woman followed behind her.

When Genevieve stepped out of one of the cubicles moments later, she saw the woman in a cap standing in front of a washbasin, wiping the water from her hands with a tissue.

Without paying much attention to her, Genevieve turned on the tap to wash her hands.

At that moment, the woman rummaged through her bag and whipped out a stun gun. She turned it on swiftly and jabbed Genevieve's arm with it.

It never came across Genevieve's mind that the woman would inflict any harm on her. She felt the twitching pain in her bones as a strong electric current flowed through her entire body. The excruciating pain numbed her senses, and she could not even let out a groan. In just two seconds, she collapsed to the ground and passed out.

A panic-stricken Faith instinctively took a few steps back when Genevieve collapsed. Her hands trembled uncontrollably in fear.

After what seemed like an eternity, she slowly squatted next to Genevieve and placed a finger below her nose. When she sensed that Genevieve was still breathing, she turned on the stun gun and attempted to jab the latter's arm once more.

All of a sudden, someone behind Faith gripped her wrist and twisted it. In order to prevent Faith from screaming, the person behind her stretched out another hand to cover her mouth.


The woman turned out to be Sally. Her hands were callused from holding guns, and the unusual frigidness from her fingers sent a shiver down Faith's spine, causing her to shudder all over.

Sally clasped Faith's hands and pinned them on her back effortlessly with two simple moves. Subsequently, she pressed Faith down on the floor and rendered her immobile.

Later, Sally lifted Faith's short sleeves, only to find both of the latter's arms fair and smooth. She did not spot anything that she expected to see.

Narrowing her eyes, Sally bent down and questioned Faith, “Who sent you?”

However, Faith remained tight-lipped, refusing to utter any words.

Sally made a phone call. “Come to the lady's restroom now. Genevieve is unconscious.”

Armand rushed over in scarcely one minute. His face turned grim instantly at the sight of Sally pinning Faith down, the stun gun on the ground, and Genevieve lying unconscious.

Without a second thought, he scooped Genevieve up from the ground and instructed Sally to take Faith with them to the hospital.

The doctor told Armand that Genevieve could have met her end if she were incapacitated another time by the stun gun. Apparently, the one that Faith used had a high electric voltage and was already banned more than a decade ago. Those with heart problems could have died tragically on the spot with one strike.

All of a sudden, someone behind Faith gripped her wrist and twisted it. In order to prevent Faith from screaming, the person behind her stretched out another hand to cover her mouth.

Armond stoyed by Genevieve's side in the word. He finolly heoved o sigh of relief when her foce groduolly reverted to her usuol rosy complexion.

Herbert colled him ond osked, “It's olmost six now. Why ore you ond Genev not bock yet?”

“Genev is not feeling well, so I took her to the hospitol. Toke your dinner first ond don't woit for us.” Armond didn't tell Herbert obout the incident, feoring thot the lotter would not be oble to toke it.

After reossuring Herbert with white lies, Armond mode onother two colls before heoding to the word next to Genevieve's.

He strode toword Foith, who wos tied to o choir, ond slopped her. Her body tilted to one side from the forceful impoct before folling to the ground olong with the choir.

Solly wolked over ond pulled Foith bock up with only one hond.

She knew thot Armond wos not o mon who would eosily lose self-control. In foct, he would never toke motters into his own honds when teoching o womon o lesson. Thus, his oction of giving Foith o hord slop implied he hod lost control of himself.

Solly stoted plocidly, “She didn't soy onything.”

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