My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Charlotte said something to Genevieve, then grabbed her coat and bag and left.

As Charlotte drove to the residential area where Jerry lived, she noticed that the security guards had been replaced and were quite impolite. Seeing that she wasn't a resident, they waved her away without any courtesy.

Charlotte wanted to bribe them with money and asked if Jerry had returned, but they didn't even bother to respond.

She drove back home with a heavy heart. Halfway through, she checked her phone to find that Jibson had sent a high-definition photo of his upper body. His abs were so well-defined that they looked like they were drawn with a brush. Droplets of water trickled down the muscles, making him incredibly attractive.

His message read: Lottie, do you really not miss me?

Charlotte rolled her eyes in an unladylike manner, but considering she still needed to borrow his stylist, she resisted the urge to block him and turned off her phone instead.

The next morning, Charlotte greeted James and took Jibson to Attlewich.

They had to be out and about for work every day, so their working hours were not fixed, which was not a big deal. As long as they met the company's monthly targets, everything was fine.

Charlotte had just boarded the plane when Genevieve arrived at the company.

This year's Celebrity Charity Gala was co-hosted by Spring Rain Foundation and Jadeborough Foundation. After the collapse of Central Group, many projects were transferred to Specter Corporation, including Spring Rain Foundation.

Genevieve, besides being the owner of Genevieve Orsi Productions, was also responsible for organizing charity galas to raise funds for the construction of infrastructure in impoverished mountainous areas.

She needed to know which artists the company had arranged to attend the charity gala and how much they would be donating.

Genevieve instructed Faye to schedule a meeting at ten o'clock and headed to her office. As she pushed open the door, she found someone sitting at her desk, which caused her to slightly furrow her brows.

“Why are you here?”

Scarlette had come to the office looking for her, but Faye seemed to be unaware.

Scarlette stood up from the chair, turned to face Genevieve, and spoke with her usual insincere smile, “I saw Ms. Petterson was busy just now, so I didn't bother her.”

Genevieve took off her coat and hung it on the rack. “You should consult your manager regarding work matters.”

“Although it's a work matter, my agent couldn't handle it, so I came to look for you, Ms. Rachford,” Scarlette said with a smile and then sat down in the chair again.

“What's the matter?”

Scarlette didn't hide her feelings and said directly, “I want the traditional gown that Ms. Joule prepared for Yvonne.”

Genevieve narrowed her eyes. “How did you know her traditional gown was made by Ms. Joule?”

“Yesterday morning, Charlotte came back and handed a box to Yvonne's manager. Later, Sienna opened it for us to see.” Scarlette crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat. “I've seen people wearing Ms. Joule's dresses at cocktail parties before. Her embroidery technique is unique, and one can tell if it's her work just by looking at the embroidery on the clothes.”