My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 314 Are You Pulling Our Legs

Armand’s lips lifted into a faint smile as he nodded slightly in Martin’s direction and uttered placidly, “Mr. Turner, I heard from my secretary you’re the person in charge of the conference this round. So I decided to drop by and have a look.”

Thunderstruck, Martin was still at a loss for words.

Genevieve knew the man was wearing sunglasses so the others would be oblivious to his blindness. She stood up and advanced toward him at once.

“When did you wake up? Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked while holding his hand, leading him toward her seat.

The director seated on Genevieve’s right came to his senses and moved aside.

Armand strode steadily toward the seat before placing his hand on the back of the chair. After Genevieve let go of his hand, he pulled the chair and sat down elegantly.

In the meantime, pin-drop silence filled the whole private room due to his emergence.

was still unconscious, didn’t you? Now that he appears out of the blue, you’re

caretaker specially assigned to look after me. I can start walking within a short span because I’m fit as a fiddle. Mr. Wood, do you still have any other questions?” Armand elucidated, placing his arm nonchalantly on the dining table. Nonetheless, there was an

on the

private room was engulfed by liveliness again. Everyone huddled over Armand, making small talk with him. Out of curiosity,

eyes after hitting myself on the door accidentally. So I’m

the middle of our game just because Mr. Faulkner is here! It’s meaningless if we

quizzically, “What kind

it to him

Quentin changed his tone hastily. “Ms. Rachford, it’s all right. You don’t have to drink that big

were very slim. It never occurred to them

impossible for one to build true friendships with others in the business sector. Nevertheless, establishing relationships with others was still one of the key elements to ensuring one’s long-term profit gaining. Thus, they did not wish to step on

fair to everyone.” Tapping his fingers on the edge of the dining table, Armand stated solemnly, “But my wife has a weak stomach. So let me finish this glass

little finger. Hence, she put the glass of wine next to his hand right

glass and