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

the sofa and

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

sent it to

speaking, another tall figure entered

was afraid of being recognized, so he wore

was exceptionally

took Charlotte from Genevieve's

but she still remembered the pleasant scent of

she instinctively hooked her hand around his neck

you for your hard

nodded to Genevieve, and quickly

watched the two of

looking at, Armand's expression

her chin and turned her

at other men; I get

"I wasn't looking at him, I just

out to Jerry,

boots under the table, Armand's

waiter over and asked him to take care of the

arm as they

the warmth on her face

take a

car and wanted to walk