My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 313 A Cripple Can Suddenly Walk

Only then did Genevieve realize Armand could be the one in a million in the business sector. He was undoubtedly a stark contrast to the other men on the spot. Even though he was rich, he was down to earth and never led a promiscuous lifestyle.

She could not resist feeling thankful that the man she met was Armand. If I didn’t bump into him at that time, what would have happened to me? Would I end up in a pitiful state like the women these disgusting men wooed and flirted, only to end up getting exploited and used to butter others up?

All of a sudden, Quentin grumbled, “There’s no fun drinking in this way! You guys have been humming and hawing to finish a glass of wine!”

With that, he summoned a server and whispered something to the latter.

Two minutes later, the server returned and placed a square box on the dining table.

Quentin lifted the box, shaking it lightly. “There are slips of paper that I requested the server to write inside this box. How about we pick the slips randomly and drink according to the messages written on them?”

All the bigwigs agreed with him excitedly. Their interest was piqued by the game. Besides, there was a chance they might not need to drink again if they were lucky enough.

It started from Quentin in the clockwise direction. All the directors took turns putting their hands into the box and picked a slip accordingly.

blank, whereas some picked

Genevieve’s turn

away. The moment she caught sight of the phrase “a glass of wine” written on it, she gulped down the wine in her glass at

was Genevieve’s turn again in the second round. Hence, she picked a slip again

asked in bafflement, “Huh? A big glass of

the server to prepare two slips on that. Ms. Rachford, you’re the first person who picked

said, “Mr. Hader, don’t you think a big glass of wine is too much for Ms. Rachford? After

Mr. Wood, you’re even speaking up for Ms.

you sing us a song instead? You won’t have to drink a big

Deep down, Genevieve snickered.

speak up for her. Her gut instinct told her Quentin and the latter had set her up. They would be able to achieve their goal despite her choice to drink a big glass

of wine and poured it into the glass. “I’m tone-deaf and will surely scare you off if I sing now. So I would

gutsy girl!” Quentin gave her a thumbs-up with a flicker of

a snigger as he grunted inwardly. Even men with higher alcohol tolerance would probably have a hangover after drinking such a big glass of wine, let

almost the whole bottle of wine