My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 481

Genevieve arrived at Regality Gardens, simmering with anger.

Rosa was in her room. When she heard the commotion, she came out to the living room to see Genevieve sulking.

“Ms. Rachford, would you like something to eat?”

“No, thanks. You can go to bed now,” Genevieve responded coolly. She hung her coat and bag on the rack before entering the pantry.

Hearing that, Rosa went back to her room quietly.

Genevieve got herself a glass of ice water. She had just drank a few sips when her phone beeped.

It was an email notification. An unknown sender had just sent her an email.

She clicked into the email and saw a video. Despite the dim lighting, she saw Sylvie and Armand who seemed to be in a hotel room.

“Mando, let me get you some water,” Sylvie offered.

Armand hugged her from her back tightly and said in a low voice, “Don't leave me.”

In response, Sylvie flung her arms around him and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

The last shred of sanity holding Genevieve together faded into thin air after she finished watching the video.

She smashed the glass on the tabletop.

The glass broke into pieces upon impact, and the broken pieces cut into her skin. Blood trickled down her wrist.

Alas, Genevieve paid no heed to her injury and stared at her phone screen, which had dimmed.

That night, she had rushed to the hotel and saw Sylvie opening the door. Thus, she was sure that they had done something inside the room. Watching this video was pure torture for her.

If they are together, then what about my return to the country and my recent efforts? Looks like I've overestimated myself.

Genevieve stood in the pantry for some time until she managed to calm down. She then grabbed her phone and sent a text to Armand.

Genevieve: This is the last time. If I come to you again, feel free to call me a pig!

“Genev!” Johanna scurried toward her.

Timothy was still around. At the sight of his wife running away, he yelled, “Darling, slow down! Remember to take a break every thirty minutes. Be careful when you go to the restroom...”

Johanna scowled unhappily. She pretended not to hear him and followed Genevieve into the building.

Inside the elevator, they swiped their card to get to their floor. Johanna uttered, “I heard that Gustav, who often wins the Oscars, is preparing to film a new movie. He has decided on the male lead, but other roles are still up for grabs. Sylvie hasn't won any international awards, so she is most probably vying to get the role for herself.”

Genevieve responded calmly, “She's riding on someone's coattails, right? He will get her anything she wants even if she demands the stars.”

“I wonder if she told Armand about this.” Johanna shrugged. “If she did, I think she'll get the role, seeing how influential Armand is.”

“The day before yesterday, Sylvie's manager accompanied her to the audition in Baykeep. The director didn't accept her.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Genevieve's expression was frosty. “If you want to talk about her and Armand, I refuse to listen to that.”