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.

around, she saw Charlotte walk

a tall and handsome man beside her. He wore a white shirt with dress pants and had one

affectionate eyes would cause one's heart to

strides. “I thought I saw someone who looked like you inside the restaurant,

a coincidence.” Genevieve stole a quick glance at the man who was standing motionlessly at the side before she rescinded her gaze. Then,

the red carpet, and I heard that they were made by you, Ms. Joule. I also really like the

and warmly accepted her praises. “Feel free to contact me

offer.” Charlotte then proceeded

already seated at the table, browsing through the menu. She chatted with Genevieve briefly before heading over to

very well? asked Charlotte quizzically. “Why

variety of items on the menu for the waiter to jot down before he casually replied, “Knowing each other well doesn't mean

ask to represent you!” Charlotte

the backrest. “You should try to be nicer to me since you're the one who begged me to come out to eat and shop with you. Otherwise, I'm

her eyes at him when the phone in her bag

her face and put the call through. “Hey, Dad. I'm having lunch with Timothy right now. Is there something I can do for