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, his face

over, picked up Genevieve's coat from the sofa and placed it on his

helped Charlotte up from the ground, "Let's

it to

finished speaking, another tall

bar, the man was afraid of being recognized, so he wore a

figure was

came over and took Charlotte

she still remembered the pleasant

instinctively hooked

for your hard

nodded to Genevieve, and quickly left with Charlotte in

of

was looking at, Armand's expression turned somewhat

simply pinched her chin and turned her face

look at other men; I

wasn't looking at him, I just noticed that

to Jerry, but he walked

boots under the table, Armand's furrowed

waiter over and asked him to take care of the boots, and to call Charlotte

clung to his arm as they

blew, the warmth on her

let's take a

didn't feel like taking a car and wanted to walk to