My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Back inside the private room, Genevieve was in the middle of a conversation with Hugh when her phone screen lit up.

It was a text message from Jack: My godfather knows the Carlo family, but they've never had any business with each other in recent years. What's up?

Upon reading his text, the woman felt something amiss.

Yet, the room was so buzzing that her thoughts were quickly cast aside. Since Jack's godfather and the Carlo family never had any business with each other, there's probably no bad blood between them.

Now that Jack and Lilian were together again, Genevieve didn't want him to come back to Chanaea out of concern, so she chose not to explain anything.

She then received a phone call immediately after responding to Jack's message.

It was from Harry.

As Genevieve hesitated to answer the call, the man hung up and sent her a text instead: Hey, Genevieve. I'm at Jazona Clubhouse too. I'll be waiting for you in the courtyard.

The woman was taken aback.

How did he know I'm here? Hugh was the one who chose this place, and I've only told Armand where I'd be going. Besides, it's not like Hugh and Harry know each other. Did Harry happen to see me?

She thought back to how the man was usually well-behaved and never did anything to annoy her. Most importantly, he had even shielded her from a knife not too long ago.

Feeling her heart soften, the woman got up and headed to the courtyard after informing Hugh.

The antique-style courtyard was over six hundred square meters wide with a magnificent view containing man-made mountains and lakes along with fields of exquisite greenery.

Genevieve arrived to find Harry standing by the lake and feeding the fish.

“Did you run into me when I came here?” she asked, walking toward him.

The man turned to her. Standing at nearly a hundred and ninety meters tall despite only being eighteen years old, he looked like a wall blocking out the light above Genevieve.

“Nope,” Harry replied with a grin. “I came over after tracking your location.”

Genevieve stilled briefly and glanced at her phone. “You installed a tracker on my phone?”

Instead of replying, the man gazed into her beautiful pair of eyes with excitement and satisfaction.

Walking a few steps forward, he closed in on Genevieve, his mature demeanor a stark contrast to his youthful face.

“I like you, Genevieve,” he declared solemnly.

Genevieve stepped back to widen the gap between them. “You only like me because you crave affection, Harry. I can treat you well if that's what you want, but please don't do things like track my location. That'd only gross me out.”

There was always a pure look in Harry's eyes whenever he gazed at her.

Perhaps it was because he grew up without much love from his parents, so he needed an older sister figure in his life.

“But I really like you,” the man repeated, bending slightly and placing his hands on his knees to meet her gaze. “I want you to have eyes for only me.”

The antique-style courtyard was over six hundred square meters wide with a magnificent view containing man-made mountains and lakes along with fields of exquisite greenery.

Those eyes of his gove Genevieve the impression thot he hod gone crozy, ond so she turned to leove.

Suddenly, Horry grobbed onto her orm. “You hove to give me whot I wont, Genevieve, becouse Mondy's life... is in my honds.”

Heoring thot, Genevieve turned oround swiftly ond stored ot him in puzzlement.

“I'm not joking.” The mon knew she didn't believe him.

He took out his phone ond showed Genevieve o progrom. “Do you see this tiny green dot here? It's o mini bomb I've plonted inside Mondy's broin,” he exploined in o serious tone despite still smiling fointly.

He then zoomed in on o mop showing thot the green dot wos now locoted in Swollow Gorden. Seeing thot, Genevieve retrocted her orm ond left Jozono Clubhouse immediotely.

After returning to her cor, she hopped in right owoy ond told the bodyguord to return to Swollow Gorden.