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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.

while stretching, “She’s either flaunting her influence or revealing her vulnerabilities. What

L. If she’s so insecure, why

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

I hastily agree

women act these

Irritation, Genevieve sensed her disdain

cautioned, “Steer clear of the Campbell family’s troubles. They’re barely managing

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had been having a rough

the hospital, Genevieve soon learned of

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

pondered, “Could it be a deadlock of mutual interests?

that in mind, Genevieve freshened up and headed

lounge and informed, “Ms. Lawrence, that lady over there claims

the woman to

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

her.”

the receptionist replied.

visit seemed linked to the secret Genevieve overheard

few days later,

visiting Margaret, fortunate to catch her

a brief visit but

the bed, feeling a hint of anticipation. Her eyes brimming with tears, she felt a suffocating weight at the memory

Margaret… Genevieve whispered

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

a simple gesture had

Genevieve a smile, as if to comfort the latter, before her expression relaxed and her eyes dimmed. Margaret shut her eyes slowly, slipping back

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

she felt a large hand on her shoulder, its touch light as a feather yet enveloping her in a familiar but distant calming cedar

scrambled to her feet to

stood there, clad in an impeccably tailored black shirt that highlighted his elegant demeanor. Backlit perfectly, he appeared almost ethereal, as if he were encased in a halo of light that shimmered around him like a dusting of fine diamonds, bestowing upon him an aura of

disoriented, the man before her blurring into the memory of an elusive figure

subtle redness lingered, the remnants of unshed tears,

in moments of strength or weakness, Genevieve’s

spoke in a calm, low tone. “Don’t cry. I’ve made arrangements with Atharia’s research center.

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visible surprise, seemingly taken aback by his swift acceptance of her