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.

didn’t you? Now that he appears out of the blue, you’re asking him when he woke up? Aren’t

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 unmissable frigidness

Armand’s words, but he did not wish to get on the latter’s nerves. Wearing a look of grimness, he had no choice but to

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

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

that we’re in the middle of our game just because Mr. Faulkner is here! It’s meaningless if we can’t play to our

her and asked quizzically, “What kind of

it to him

don’t have

that the chances of Armand gaining consciousness were very slim. It never occurred to them that he would suddenly wake up and appear unexpectedly. They reckoned the omnipotent man would be back in Central

the key elements to ensuring one’s long-term profit gaining. Thus, they did not wish to step on Armand’s toes and ended up sustaining

big glass of wine so that it’s 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 of wine for

Genevieve spotted him gesturing with the movement of his little finger. Hence, she put the glass of wine next to his hand right

of the glass and lifted it