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.

drunk, his face

the sofa and placed it on his arm,

Charlotte up from the

sent it

soon as Armand finished speaking, another tall figure entered the

he wore a woolen hat and a mask, revealing only a pair of deep,

figure was

over and took Charlotte

was tipsy, but she still remembered the pleasant scent of

he carried her in his arms, she instinctively hooked her hand

you for your hard

Genevieve, and quickly left with

two of

what Genevieve was looking at, Armand's expression turned somewhat

her chin and turned her

at other men;

out laughing, "I wasn't looking at him, I just noticed that Charlotte wasn't

to call out to Jerry,

boots under the table, Armand's furrowed brow finally

waiter over and asked him to take care

clung to his arm as they left the

breeze blew, the warmth

let's take a

feel like taking a car and wanted to walk to sober up a