My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 920

Armand cleared his throat. “Granddad, I'm not a petty person.”

“Pfft! I've seen through you since a long time ago.” Herbert snorted and stuffed a credit card into Genevieve's hand. “Genev, go and get yourself some more nice clothes. Swipe my card, okay?”

Feeling amused by Herbert's authoritative tone, Genevieve giggled. She then leaned over and kissed the old man's cheek before holding Armand's arm and stepping out of the residence.

Once they were out of the Zeigler residence, Armand suddenly bent over and leaned closer to her.

“What's wrong with you? Why are you getting jealous of my granddad?” Genevieve was utterly speechless. Holding Armand's face, she gave him a huge kiss, too. “Is this enough?”

“Yep.” Satisfied, Armand held her hand as they headed toward the open-air parking lot.

Damian, Herbert's driver, was assigned to give them a ride. “Ms. Genevieve, where do you feel like going with Mr. Armand? If you plan to shop for nice clothes, Greenery Mall is an ideal place. There are various branded boutiques over there.”

to Greenery

it before asking abruptly, “If anyone takes our pictures on the streets, do you think my

Mr. Armand's career path will be smooth all the way as long as

not need Herbert's help as he had connections in the military and political world. Now that the Zeigler family was backing him up, it would be a certainty that nobody would have the guts

“Mr. Armand, how does it

arched an eyebrow and

asked Damian to take a spin elsewhere before dropping by to fetch them at half past five

Genevieve last went shopping. As a fashionable woman, she was interested in the new series of clothes displayed by various boutiques, so she dragged Armand along to visit boutique after boutique, asking

murmuring gently, “My gorgeous wife looks

put on your heels. The other clients' boyfriends are a stark contrast to him. Right after they enter our boutique with their girlfriends, many are stuck on the couch without moving at all. It's as though they have lost every bit of their

pride and blissfulness written all over her face. “I agreed

few boutiques, Genevieve felt a

into. After that, he thought of taking her

Genevieve suddenly dragged him into a nearby shop selling traditional

and noticed about a hundred types of fabric on the display racks on both sides of the shop. However, there were not more than ten ready-made traditional gowns hung near the cashier. Only