NovelAppChapter 771
A few days later, Jack wanted to return to Dartan to manage the affairs of Helt Corporation and,
simultaneously, visit the two children. Before leaving, he called Cooper.
During this period, Genevieve had been receiving WhatsApp messages from Harry.
Frustrated, Harry questioned the reason behind Genevieve's cold treatment. Is she angry because I did
not visit her?
Genevieve only replied to Harry after Jack left the country. She mentioned the injury he caused and
implied that Harry and his mother should treat her to a meal.
Fearing that his mother would not show up, Genevieve asked him to make the reservation without
mentioning her name.
Genevieve showed up at Xedells on the day of Bruce and Sylvie's wedding. The netizens and media
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwere all waiting anxiously for their arrival. Eventually, Bruce and Sylvie announced that the wedding
had to be postponed because of work, which entailed a slew of reprimands against the couple.
After arriving at Camphor Hotel, Genevieve saw Harry at the entrance.
He was standing there in a gray sweater and pants, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. A few
strands of hair could be seen protruding from his sideburns, accentuating his cuteness and
youthfulness.
He looked up and noticed Genevieve entering the hotel. His eyes twinkled, and he strode toward her
before uttering with his clear, captivating voice, “Genevieve.”
Genevieve hummed in response. Thinking about his relationship with Armand, Genevieve could not
resist the surge of anxiousness within her heart.
While on their way to the elevator, Harry, upon noticing her troubled look, asked, “Genevieve, are you
not feeling well?”
“There's nothing to worry about.” Genevieve smiled. “Is your mom here?”
“Yes, she's in the private room.” Harry pressed the button for the sixteenth floor after entering the
elevator. “My Mom is an easy going person. She'll be delighted to meet you.”
Knowing that she managed to gain Harry's trust and fooled the latter into thinking it was an
appreciation dinner, Genevieve was swarmed with guilt.
She had used Harry to achieve her ulterior motive in entrapping Mrs. Hompton.
After all, she was not fond of involving the younger generation in the feud.
Arriving in the private room, Genevieve said softly, “I feel like having the toasted bread and garlic bread
from Snackers. Can you help me get some?”
“All right, sure.” Harry nodded.
He turned around before quickly turning back and passing Genevieve a bag. “Genevieve, can you help
me carry this in?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGenevieve nodded and retrieved the bag.
Seeing that Harry had entered the lift, Genevieve pulled out her phone and texted Armand. Then, she
kept her phone and entered the room.
The private room was mediocre in size and adopted a classical, traditional design.
Genevieve's attention quickly fixated on the round table. A wealthy-looking woman sat at the table. She
had dark hair, covering her neck and reaching her shoulder. Her gracefulness further radiated through
her white, silky skin.
If Genevieve didn't know who she was, she might have thought the woman was in her thirties.
The woman looked up and saw Genevieve. The woman took a sip of tea, unaffected by Genevieve's
abrupt appearance. “You used my son to meet me. What a move!”
“If I were to invite you personally, you wouldn't have shown up.” Genevieve walked toward the table
and glared at her. “Am I right, Charice?”
Maintaining her calm composure, the woman replied, “I'm not sure what you're talking about.”
The next moment, the door to the private room was pushed upon.
It was Armand. Noticing a stranger in the room apart from Genevieve, he pulled down his face mask
and asked, “Genev, why did you invite Mrs. Hompton here?”
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