Chapter 64 No Progress With City Hall
When Steven arrived at the basement parking of Central Group, Patrick had also successfully pushed through the crowd with Genevieve at the restaurant.
Patrick gasped for air after they got into a taxi. He was speechless by the turn of events while muttering, “I thought we were there to humiliate Queenie! Why did we end up being surrounded by people? Armand’s gifts arrived at the wrong time.”
“People are attracted to gossip,” Genevieve replied helplessly. She had never thought that strangers were still interested in her personal life after the falling of the Rachford family.
Genevieve frowned at the sight of the black roses. “Did Mando really send me these?”
“Of course!” Patrick gave an affirmative answer. He pointed at the velvet box in her hand. “Take the pink diamond as an example. This is the only pink diamond in the world. Some rich guy bid for it last time. It was Armand who had told me to look for the bidder’s number, and he spent so much money to buy it from the person.”
Genevieve let down her guards without anyone around to be nosey about her private life. She opened the velvet box. It was a big, crystal clear diamond in the natural shape of a heart.
She was pretty sure that this was the most prominent, the rarest pink diamond in the world.
“It’s so d*mn beautiful!” Patrick peered at the pink diamond before complimenting, “Who else other than Armand has the status and money to gift you this exorbitant piece of jewelry?”
Yeap. Patrick is right. Who else can gift something like this to me without any second thoughts? It must be Armand.
Genevieve could not help but agree with Patrick’s words.
Patrick asked the driver to stop the car beside the road after looking at his phone. He alighted from the vehicle. “Genev, I have something that I need to attend to. Why don’t you head back by yourself first?”
“All right.” Genevieve nodded.
Even though the scarce pink diamond had given her a shock, there was something else on Genevieve’s mind. She fished out her phone.
When she saw Queenie talking to the interviewee from the same batch as her after the translation exam the night before, she could already guess what Queenie was up to.
That was why she was not surprised to see the news on Patrick’s phone that morning. Genevieve was only fooling around with Patrick when she said she had no idea how to handle the problem.
She also had a calm response when she arrived at the office to hear the news from Queenie about Jenny being investigated, which all boiled down to the fact that Queenie had fallen into the trap set by her from the start. Genevieve knew Queenie was going to lose no matter what.
The only unexpected incident from her plan was when someone had revealed the matter of her working as an interpreter in Dartan’s presidential residence. That person even got hold of a video as evidence and shared it on Twitter.
Not many knew about this part of my life. Who was the person who shared the video? Was it Armand? I’m not surprised if it was him. After all, he could achieve this quickly if he could learn all about my life experience since I was young.
Genevieve wondered about the possibility of Armand being the culprit.
However, she quickly doubted the conclusion she came to. After some time spent with Armand, Genevieve knew he did not really care much about her personal life. He wished more for her to solve her problems by herself.
Genevieve decided to remove Armand from the list. Her eyes flickered as she somehow figured out the identity of the person who uploaded the video.
The bouquet of roses was black like velvet, and it was a thick bunch. A faint, sweet scent wafted through the air as she placed it on her lap.
Men always choose red roses when it comes to gifting them to a woman. Why did Armand think of giving me this unique bouquet?
Her heart warmed as she gently caressed the rose petals. Suddenly, she noticed a card lying among the black roses.
At first, Genevieve had not noticed the card because it had blended against the black roses earlier. She took out the black and gold card and flipped it open with her fingers.
A look of shock appeared on her face when she saw the name.
The text wrote: Specter Corporation.
Meanwhile, at the CEO’s office, a man was sitting at his desk as he went through the news on his phone. The eyes behind those glasses did not betray any emotions he had.
Soon, a suit-wearing man knocked on the door. “Mr. Sutton.”
Cooper turned his phone over and placed it on the table. He massaged his nose bridge with his slender fingers, asking, “How was the investigation?”
His assistant, Christopher, lowered his head. “There was no progress with the people at the City Hall. They wouldn’t talk.”
If they were investigating an ordinary man, the information would have flowed out the moment they used a few tricks.
However, the man they were instructed to find more information about this time around was Armand.
Even if Armand did not request for the employees at City Hall to keep the information about his marriage confidential, those staff dared not leak the details to outsiders.
