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.

slips were blank, whereas some picked the ones with the

Genevieve’s turn to

phrase “a

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

caught a glimpse of the slip and asked in bafflement, “Huh? A big glass of

explained, “Haha! Yeah! I requested the server to prepare two slips on that. Ms. Rachford, you’re the first person who picked the slip after two rounds. Well, I can only comment that you’re

of wine is too much for Ms. Rachford? After all, women tend to have lower alcohol tolerance

even speaking up for

Rachford, since Mr. Wood is speaking up for you, how about you sing us a song instead? You won’t have to drink a

Deep down, Genevieve snickered.

Quentin and the latter had set her up. They would be able to achieve their goal despite her choice

into the glass. “I’m tone-deaf and will

Ms. Rachford. You are a gutsy girl!” Quentin gave her a thumbs-up with a flicker of inexplicit

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

whole bottle of wine was poured into