My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 771

Chapter 771 The Impressive Genevieve

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 were 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.

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?”