Chapter 769
She checked various information before confirming Mrs. Qualls' true identity, but Finn just told her that
she had the wrong person.
He vowed, “I have good hearing and will never lie to you. The female voice in the recording you gave
me to listen to is nothing like hers. I recorded it at the time, and I will send it to you now.”
A minute later, Genevieve received his audio recording and immediately opened it.
Several women were talking and laughing in the recording. Although there were many voices, she
quickly identified Charice's voice, which was the same as the one in that video.
She called Finn back and asked him, “Who is the owner of this voice?”
“Nigel Hompton's wife, Yara Tanner.”
“Who is this Nigel Hompton?” she asked, perplexed. Why do I feel like his last name sounds a little
familiar?
“There's only one person in Xedells with this last name.” Finn reminded her, “You know who he is now,
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don't you?”
Nigel...
Genevieve quickly remembered that he was currently a candidate for Chief Executive of Xedells, and
Harry was his son.
She could not be bothered to listen to Finn any longer. Immediately after hanging up, she looked up
Nigel and his wife Yara on the Internet. After looking through the political news for a long time, she saw
a blurry photo of Yara.
Charice might have been disfigured in the car accident as her current appearance was nothing like
before after plastic surgery. Holding the arm of her husband Nigel, she had a gentle smile and a
dignified demeanor. She looked to be only in her thirties.
Genevieve compared the photos of Armand and Jack with hers and discovered similarities between the
eyes of the three.
No wonder I had a strange feeling when I saw Harry in front of the university last night. No wonder
when he angrily hit that man with his fist, I felt that his hostility seemed familiar. I see...
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She held her phone and stared at it for a long time, utterly dazed.
Two bodyguards were dutifully guarding the door, and upon seeing Genevieve leaving the ward, they
looked puzzled. “Ms. Rachford, where are you going?”
“To the surveillance room,” she replied. The two bodyguards accompanied her there.
Outsiders were allowed to look at the hospital's surveillance footage, but Genevieve felt that Harry's
condition the night before did not seem very good. Since she had not seen him, she wanted to go
through the surveillance to have a look.
The people in the surveillance room reported it to their superiors, and only after obtaining consent did
they show the recordings from the night before.
From the surveillance footage, Genevieve noticed a beautiful and dignified woman rushing into the
hospital after Harry was sent to the private ward. The worry and panic on her face were evident when
she was brought to the ward.
Yara stayed in the ward all night and came out with Harry and some bodyguards at around seven in the
morning.
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“Mom, I want to go to the ward downstairs to see Genevieve.”
Yara took him toward the elevator and said warmly, “I told Mr. Stewart to see her yesterday. Her
bodyguards are with her, so you don't have to worry about her.”
“But I'm still worried. I want to go and have a look.” Harry begged, “Just one look from the door, okay?”
“I want to let you go, but her bodyguards won't allow it.” Yara continued with a sigh, “The person they
wish to kidnap is you, Harry. Genevieve was involved because she was with you. She was hurt, and
who knows how much her brother resents you now. Aren't you asking for trouble by going?”
Harry bit his lip and said nothing.
Yara straightened out his jacket and said softly, “Harry, I know you have many friends. You don't need
her as a friend, so you shouldn't look for her in the future. It would be troublesome to annoy her brother
or her husband. It just so happens that I'm going to see Ms. Hughes today. Let's go and eat the beef
she cooked, okay?”
Harry hummed and left with his mother.
Seeing Yara's concern and affection for him, fearing that he might bump and hurt himself, a bone-deep
chill enveloped Genevieve so tightly that she could barely breathe.