My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 711

Lowering her gaze, Genevieve responded with a grunt. “That day, Coop and I were sending gifts to Old Mr. Zeigler, and to expose Sylvie's false identity. I thought Sylvie was finished. Who would have known that Bruce wanted to marry her?”

Bruce even posted two tweets in a row, as though he was afraid that no one would know that they were together.

That piqued Johanna's curiosity.

She had guessed that Armand was still alive, and through her investigations, had a gnawing feeling that Bruce could very well be Armand himself.

Now, it would seem that her hypothesis had been overturned.

If Bruce Gable is indeed Armand Faulkner, he would have known how deep the enmity ran between Genevieve and Sylvie.

Seeing how Jane had also died at Sylvie's hands, he could not possibly have turned around to marry Sylvie and save her in the process.

While the two of them were chatting, Genevieve was surprised to hear someone call out to her. She also found that voice to be quite familiar.

Charlotte walk into the

He wore a white shirt

his luscious, affectionate eyes would cause one's

table within a few strides. “I thought I saw someone who looked like you inside the restaurant, and had to come over

she rescinded her gaze. Then, she went on to make an introduction to Charlotte. “This is my good friend, Johanna

girls have several gowns that trended after some celebrities wore them onto the red carpet, and I heard that they were made by you, Ms. Joule. I also really like

you,” Johanna was all smiles and warmly accepted her praises. “Feel free to contact me whenever you need a makeover,

your offer.” Charlotte then proceeded to exchange

the time Charlotte looked back, Timothy was already seated at the table, browsing through the menu. She chatted with Genevieve briefly before heading over to

know each other very well? asked Charlotte quizzically. “Why didn't you go over and say

items on the menu for the waiter to jot down before he casually replied, “Knowing each other well doesn't mean that we always have to talk when we see each other. Besides, you've

to represent you!” Charlotte

withdrew his arm and draped it over the backrest. “You should try to be nicer to me since you're the one who begged me to come out to

her eyes at him when the phone

of the person making the video call, she immediately loosened up her face and put the call through. “Hey, Dad. I'm having