Chapter 5

“Ms. Rachford, Mi Faulkner un paid the micelical bills for your grandmother,” said the driver as he handed some receipts to Genevieve, 

Genevieve took the recipes with shaky bands. Her heart relaxed once she saw the p hase of the medicines listed on thein. “Was Cooper the one who sent you to fetch 

me?” she askeur expectantly 

She knew that there were surveillance cameras installed at the front doors. Cooper could be looking at her right now! 

The driver shook his head. “Mr. Sulton was the one who took everything from you and treated you like a dog. What are you still hoping for?” 

He pulled open the door of the back seat of the car. “Please, Ms. Rachford.” 

Genevieve raised her head. She noticed a man sitting in the back of the car with his legs crossed. He was holding a cigarette in between his fingers, looking very unapproachable. 

“I don‘t know him...” 

“Mr. Faulkner will tell you everything you wish to know,” said the driver. “And by the way, he doesn‘t like waiting.” 

Genevieve understood the hidden meaning behind the driver‘s words. She had no idea who this man was or where he came from, but she wanted to know the truth. She gritted her teeth and crawled up from the ground. The instant she moved, the wound on her leg opened and began bleeding. 

towel. She limped into the

roared to life not long after.

car, Genevieve studied the man‘s flawless side profile and

pursed her lips. “What do you want to

turned his head and glanced at her coldly, then fixed his gaze on her

necklace to me.” His raspy voice was low and

her neck. When she heard the word “return,” she quickly understood that the necklace was left by this man that

with anger.

from that night!” I‘ve seen

who sent me the message?” Genevieve asked. She raised her hand, wanting to slap him.

man raised his eyes and looked at her. “Do you want to know why

walked to the door and was

Genevieve laughed out of exasperation. “If you booked the room, who else would have messaged me other than you? I have no beef with you, so why are you

snorted. “What

neck and wiped it with a handkerchief. “Go to the hotel. I want

“Yes, Mr. Faulkner.” 

car arrived at the underground

bring back good memories for Genevieve. When she recalled the events of that morning, a chill

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