My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 330 She Is Married To Armand

inside the car was most probably Genevieve. While the journalists were preparing to aim their cameras at the Maybach, the car door was opened all of a sudden. Moments later, a fair, slender leg with a champagne-colored stiletto heel came into view. As the other leg was placed on the ground, the hem of her glittery evening gown came falling down, covering both her thighs in one smooth motion. The journalists then tilted their cameras upward, capturing the young and beautiful face of the woman perfectly. Her long, black hair was as smooth as silk and fell casually over her shoulders. Her eyes were filled with a feminine charm, but the arch of her brows added a hint of solemnity to her gaze. The evening gown she had on highlighted her amazing figure and enveloped her milky white skin. On top of that, her alluring collarbones could be seen clearly beneath the thin shoulder straps. Her fair skin was revealed vaguely through the thin veil covering the area around her neck leaving a lot of room for imagination. Despite having a voluptuous chest, her waist was so slim that anyone could hug it with just one arm. Her beauty was so dazzling that it made her glittery evening gown look dull in comparison. All of the journalists were holding their breaths in shock and disbelief as a thought flashed through their minds. Do our eyes deceive us? Is she really not a celebrity? She’s so pretty that she could easily destroy ninety percent of the celebrities in the entertainment industry! It wasn’t until Genevieve made her way onto the red carpet that the journalists regained their composure and began snapping away. Genevieve simply flashed them a faint smile as she quickly went up the stairs and entered the hotel. They kept staring at her until she disappeared from sight. Only then did they avert their gaze and continue with their work. As the journalists went through the pictures they had just taken of Genevieve, they realized that her face looked flawless regardless of the angle Suddenly, one of the journalists nudged his colleague and asked, “Which agency does this celebrity work for?” “Celebrity? Are you new to this job or what? That’s Armand Faulkner’s wife! She’s the CEO

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