My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 1317 Give Me Some Money

Charlotte thought about how she had been pampered by her family since childhood, and then recalled the various experiences she went through after going bankrupt.

In her last job, she had to tread carefully and constantly watch other people's expressions while working.

She covered her eyes with a tissue and began to cry loudly, drinking alcohol between sobs.

Charlotte rang the bell to call the waiter in, asking him to bring a few glasses of brandy with ice.

Genevieve knew she was falling apart at the moment, but didn't say anything, just quietly accompanied her in drinking.

Genevieve couldn't handle strong alcohol; just one drink made her head spin.

Struggling, she managed to take out her phone and called Armand, asking him to come pick her up.

After downing a few glasses of brandy, Charlotte too was drunk, slumped over the marble table.

She rested her chin on the back of her hand, poking the decorative potted plant on the table with her other hand, mumbling, "Are you a money tree or not? If you are, then give me some money..."

"Dad, your daughter is so poor, she hasn't bought new clothes in such a long time..."

Seeing Genevieve so drunk, it was hard not to laugh and cry at the same time.

Worried about the cold floor, she was just about to go over and help her up when the door to the private room was pushed open.

In the softly lit private room, Armand immediately spotted Genevieve sitting on the sofa and Charlotte on the floor.

that Genevieve wasn't drunk,

coat from the sofa and placed it on

up from the ground, "Let's get her home

it

soon as Armand finished speaking, another tall figure entered the private

the man was afraid of being recognized, so he wore a woolen hat and a mask, revealing only a pair

was exceptionally

came over and took Charlotte from Genevieve's

tipsy, but she still

instinctively hooked her

for

quickly

watched the two of them

looking at, Armand's expression

and turned

other men;

at him, I just

Jerry, but he walked

the boots under the table, Armand's furrowed

to take

to his arm

blew, the warmth on

let's take a

car and wanted to walk to