My Husband Is A Gary Stu

The Maybach got pushed forward by a few feet, and the rear bumper fell off from the impact. “What the f*ck? I’m not the one who pissed you off! You should be taking it out on Sylvie! I was applying my lipstick, d*mn it! Now it’s all ruined!” Johanna shouted angrily from the side. She glanced outside the window when she got no response from Genevieve. Upon recognizing the car model and license plate, she shot Genevieve a look of disbelief and said, “You’ve really done it this time, Genev!” Genevieve waited until Steven got out of the car before casually doing the same. Steven fell silent when he saw the state of the car and that Genevieve was the one who had caused the damage. “I thought the license plate looked a little familiar. I can’t believe it really is Mr. Faulkner’s car..

. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to hit the brakes in time,” Genevieve said apologetically. Steven could only watch speechlessly as Genevieve retrieved a check from her car and handed it to him. “Just give me a call if it isn’t enough!” she said, returning to her car. As the rear window of the Maybach had been rolled down, Genevieve saw Armand’s face while driving past the Maybach. She childishly stuck her tongue out at him before speeding off into the distance. Armand was so shocked that he paused for a few seconds before asking Steven, “What happened?” “Ms. Rachford accidentally bumped into our car

She said I could ask her for more if this amount isn’t enough,” Steven said while handing him the check. What the heck? I can’t tell if Genevieve did it on purpose or if she genuinely thinks this amount is enough for the repairs! Six thousand six hundred and sixty-six isn’t even enough to cover the paint job, let alone the damaged rear bumper! Armand casually placed the check on his laptop and said, “Send this car for repairs later and bill her for it.” Steven nodded and started the car. After taking care of his business in the back seat, Armand asked, “Did you find anything?” “Yes. Old Mr. Faulkner acquired that mansion through information from one of his drivers. They also signed another contract so that you would automatically inherit the mansion at the age of thirty. However, that driver died in an accident shortly after resigning and moving to the countryside, so he didn’t even get a chance to tell his daughter about this.” While investigating the driver who used to work for Cesar, Steven noticed something off about the properties registered under the driver’s name. That was how he discovered the connection between the mansion and Cesar. Armand took the document over from Steven and glanced through it. The mansion was in Baykeep. It was surrounded by greenery and looked really beautiful in the picture. Grandpa sure is good at keeping things hidden.

I’ve been trying to gather information about my mother, and this photo is all I managed to find. Father is dead, and my mother died over thirty years ago. Logically speaking, there is no need for me to look into this any further, as knowing too much could spell disaster for me. Even so, I still want to find out the truth behind it all! With that in mind, Armand put the photo back into the folder and said, “Postpone all of my activities for tomorrow morning. I’ll be making a trip to Baykeep.” Steven nodded. “Understood. By the way, the rumors about you and Ms. Clasen are spreading like wildfire on the internet…” “Take care of it,” Armand replied coldly. Genevieve dropped Johanna at a café before heading over to Resonance Corporation. Jan personally welcomed Genevieve when he saw her come over. As if that wasn’t enough, he even made her some tea after escorting her to his office. “Please, allow me,” Genevieve said as she took the teapot over and poured Jan a cup of tea.

The two of them then chatted for a bit. Genevieve told him that she would be free the day after tomorrow and would like to have lunch with the director of Ashten Airlines. “That’s it? No problem! I’ll ask Mr. Hoffman if he’s free!” Jan said with a chuckle. Genevieve flashed him a smile in return. “Thank you very much.” Their conversation was interrupted when Jan’s secretary knocked on the door and entered the office. “Mr. Wasco, Mr. Lebon is here to see you.” Having said what she came to say, Genevieve decided to take her leave, as Jan was still expecting someone. “I shall excuse myself, then.” While stepping out of the office, she bumped into the guest who had come to see Jan.