News about Armand’s background and marriage was also widespread in Xedells.
The receptionists of the hotel instantly recognized Genevieve but didn’t know how they ought to address her.
“Check-in, please.” Steven put their passports on the counter and continued, “I need two rooms that are next to each other.”
“Sure.” One of the receptionists quickly assisted Steven with the check-in procedure.
After a while, Steven walked toward the elevator with Genevieve while holding the keycards. In the meantime, two receptionists craned their necks to look at Genevieve and began gossiping.
“She is Mr. Armand’s wife, right? I heard that she comes from a once-prominent family.”
Another receptionist responded, “Well, Mr. Armand’s background is a disgrace to the Faulkner family. The family won’t accept him.”
“Why is she in Xedells?”
“Considering Armand has Faulkner Group’s shares, she must be here to make a fortune!”
Throughout the afternoon, Genevieve stayed in her room to deal with all sorts of matters. She only realized that night had fallen when Steven knocked on her door.
As such, Genevieve quickly packed her things and left with Steven.
Camphor Hotel was located in the most bustling area in Xedells. Genevieve and Steven only had to take a turn to arrive at Ambrosia, the most well-known club in the city.
Therefore, Genevieve and Steven decided to walk to Ambrosia.
The club was established a hundred years ago and wasn’t damaged by any artillery since then.
The club’s exterior design was resplendent, reflecting luxury and enjoyment. On both sides of the staircase were two statues of mystical beasts with wide-opened mouths. Genevieve couldn’t help but feel they would devour anyone who entered the club.
At that time, the club was bustling with many luxury cars parked around it.
After checking their member cards, the valet politely invited them to enter the club. Soon, a receptionist who wore a uniform came closer and greeted them.
Genevieve said to the receptionist, “We need a private room. When Mr. Peter is here, please invite him to come in directly.”
“Sure.”
Genevieve was hungry because she didn’t eat anything in the afternoon. Therefore, she ordered a lot of food as soon as she sat down in the private room.
A few minutes later, the food that Genevieve ordered was served.
While Genevieve gracelessly gulped down the food, Steven, who stood next to her, twitched his lips and asked, “Mrs. Faulkner, why did you choose to negotiate with Peter here?”
I mean, we can meet Peter in a tea house, right?
Genevieve casually answered Steven while eating. “Well, I want to make Peter feel sick. He teamed up with Samantha to expose Armand’s background and embarrass the Faulkner family. Now, I purposely want to meet him here to talk business. He will have no choice but to come.”
Steven was stunned for a while before smirking. “I’m surprised that you hold grudges for Mr. Faulkner.”
During the press conference a few days ago, Genevieve’s sincere remark touched the reporters’ hearts.
Hence, Genevieve successfully turned the tide— Peter and others were seen as sinners.
Genevieve sneered as she tried a piece of beef brisket. “Why do I have to hold grudges for him? By the way, the food here is rather delicious.”
Peter had arrived when Genevieve had almost finished eating.
Peter’s expression turned grim when he saw the scattered dishes on the table. Apparently, he thought Genevieve wasn’t being very polite.
“Mr. Faulkner.” Genevieve stood up and said embarrassedly, “I know that you’re busy and will be late. I ordered some food because I was too hungry.”
As they were talking, the waitress had cleared the table.
When Genevieve gave Peter the menu, he threw it on the table and said coldly, “My time is precious. Just cut the crap and tell me what you want!”
Although Peter was irritated, Genevieve flashed him a smile. Then, she took a document from Steven and passed it to Peter.
With a cold expression, Peter opened and read it.
After reading through the document, Peter looked up at Genevieve and squinted. “Are you going to sell Armand’s shares in Faulkner Group to me on his behalf?”
