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The receptionist’s expression transformed into one of shock, struggling to contain her eye roll but evidently at a loss for words.

Genevieve, with an air of composure, raised her eyebrows, glanced cursorily at Lauraine, and exhaled a soft nigh. “Lauraine, If your heart yearns for him, follow it. There’s no one here to hinder you.”

Genevieve’s Implication was clear – Lauraine’s efforts to stir trouble were futile here, especially since it wasn’t Genevieve who was chasing after

Louls.

There were bodyguards outside the elevator, so Lauraine couldn’t get

Frustrated, Lauraine stamped her feet in dismay, helplessly watching Genevieve disappear into the elevator.

Feeling distraught, Lauraine dialed Anthony, her voice breaking into sobs. “Tony, is there something between Louls and Gen? What should I do now? Can you ensure Gen stays away from him?”

Anthony, always doting on his frail sister, was taken aback when he discovered her fondness for Louls.

He mused. “But perhaps, if Louis were with Lauraine, Genevieve might back off?

Anthony then consoled Lauraine with caution, “They’re just ordinary friends, Confronting Genevieve won’t help. Louis is the one showing interest In her. The issue lies with him.”

Lauraine declared, ‘I’ll confront him then!”

Before Anthony could respond, Lauraine abruptly ended the call.

Meanwhile, Genevieve handed Jasper Louis‘ business card, instructing him to personally deliver it to Hoffman Group.

While she couldn’t dictate the Hoffman family’s choices, she felt obligated to advise what was best for Frank and Margaret.

Anthony realized that Genevieve would remain neutral in their decision making.

As Jasper departed, Genevieve’s thoughts drifted to the conversation she heard in the coffee shop.

Puzzled, she felt overwhelmed by the complexity of the situation, unable to find a starting point.

‘A car accident… Genevieve pondered, sensing something amiss but unable to pinpoint it.

The following day, Selene’s call came through.

“Gen, Alden’s sugar baby is desperately trying to contact me, wanting a meeting. What do you reckon her motives are? Selene questioned.

her influence or revealing her vulnerabilities. What else could it

There’s nothing between Aiden and L. If she’s so insecure, why not meet Alden

expression sharpened as a thought struck her. “Best keep your distance. She’s more complicated

“I’m no fool. Who does she think she is? Why would I hastily agree to meet her? I

act these days.”

Genevieve sensed her

the Campbell family’s troubles. They’re barely managing to keep themselves afloat,

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that the Campbell family had been having a rough time

in the hospital,

defending her back then, knowing his closer bond with Aiden than with

pondered, “Could it be a deadlock of mutual

freshened up and headed to her

pointed to a woman in the lounge and informed, “Ms. Lawrence, that lady over there claims to be

glanced over, she discovered the woman to be none other than

pursed. Without a second thought, she declared, “No, I don’t know her.

her.”

the receptionist

timing for the visit seemed linked to the secret Genevieve overheard at

few days later, Genevieve

fortunate to

permitted a brief visit but cautioned against disturbing or stimulating

eyes brimming with tears, she felt a suffocating weight at the memory of the accident, where the perpetrator had fallen from a building, leaving their intentions forever unknown.

Margaret… Genevieve

clouded and distant, slowly focused on Genevieve. She reached out to touch Genevieve’s hair,

simple gesture had exhausted all

the latter, before her expression relaxed and her eyes dimmed. Margaret shut her eyes

low, her shoulders giving a slight, involuntary tremble. Emotions welled up

a large hand on her shoulder, its touch light as a feather yet enveloping her in a familiar but

her feet to face Anthony,

he were encased in a halo of light that shimmered around him like a dusting of fine diamonds, bestowing upon him an aura of both dazzle and

disoriented, the man before her blurring into the memory of an elusive figure from a distant encounter three years

redness lingered, the remnants of unshed tears, revealing a seldom–seen fragility and

of strength or weakness, Genevieve’s beauty and

y retracted his hand, his deep and intense gaze resting upon her as he spoke in a calm, low tone. “Don’t cry. I’ve made arrangements with

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reacted with visible surprise, seemingly taken aback by his swift acceptance of