Should Not Be Asking Sylvie, too, had noticed that the bigwigs were staring at her. Her
eyes glinted, but she retained her composure. Having been in the entertainment industryfor as long as
she did, she was one who had learned how to manage her own emotions well. Genevieve was feeling
a little hot, and her cheeks were flushed from performing on stage for some time.
Picking up the flask from the revolving tray, she went on to pour herself a glass of waterand started
chatting with Jan beside her. Shortly into their conversation, Jan could not help but ask, “Aren't you
going to say hello to Mr.
Faulkner?” Then, he pointed to her right. As though she had just noticed his presence, Genevieve said
apologetically,“I was busy drinking and didn't notice that you were there.” “It's been a while, Mr.
Faulkner.” When she extended her hand, the jasmine bracelet around her wrist got dislodged, and she
quickly bent down to retrieve it. As she did so, a fewlocks of her raven black hair brushed against the
man's suit pants. Armand was able to feel the mildly ticklish sensation that resulted when her hair
swept over the fabric that lay atop his thigh. Then his leg twitched.
It felt as though he had stepped on something. Pulling aside the pristine white tablecloth, he reached
toward thefloor to pick up the bracelet, which he then passed along to Genevieve. “Thank you.”
Genevieve received the floral accessory from him and redonned it. That bracelet had been personally
placed around their wrists by representatives of the charitable foundation at the doors.
She still needed to keep it on as there would be a group photo-taking session afterward. “You’re
welcome.” Armand’sdemeanor was passive, and his tone lukewarm with a degree of politeness. It was
as though they were previously unacquainted. His words were met with a shrug from Genevieve.
She then looked past the man toward Sylvie.
“What a lovely coincidence that you’re here too, Ms.
Clasen.
I saw that you have another movie that is going to be released soon.” “A real coincidence indeed.”
Sylvienodded, smilingly. Over the past four years, Sylvie was able to tap on Armand's vast networks to
produce one film each year, all of which were helmed by famous directors, and with each and every
production, clinching quite a few awards for themselves. To date, she had snagged two best actress
awards and generated more income from the movies than she could ever hope to spend, so unlike
other celebrities, she no longer needed to tire herself out by taking on endorsement deals. “I'd definitely
attend the premiere and show my support if I'm able to,” Genevieve said. “Then thank you in advance,
Ms.
Rachford.” Taking a sip of water, Sylvie then asked, “Did you return here on your own?” Genevieve
leaned back into the chair and smiled subtly.
“I should be back here, seeing that this is my hometown, after all.
Why would I need an entourage following me about? Perhaps you’ve already grown accustomed to
having your makeup artist andassistant around, being a star and all, but personally, I prefer having my
own freedom.” Sylvie's expression stiffened for a moment.
Then, she smiled faintly and said no more. The rest seated at the table were all men who were
relatively more klutzy in comparison.
As such, they thought that the two ladies were merely chatting, unable to tell that the pair were
tradingbarbs between the lines. One by one, the dishes were served, and Genevieve continued to
engage Sylvie while she ate.
“I’ve often come across articles written about you.
According to them, women around Mr.
Faulkner come and go, but only you have been a constant at his side.
Is what they say true? That you've been married to each other for a while already?” Had Armand been
absent, Sylvie might be more open tospeaking, but given the extenuating circumstances, she merely
cast a glance his way and held her silence. “What's wrong? Is this a question I shouldn't be asking?”
Genevieve looked at Armand with her brows raised. Jan, who had called on Genevieve to join them
earlier, interjected in good humor, “They're not.
How could I not have known if Mr.
Faulkner was married?”
“Not yet?” Genevieve sounded quite surprised.
“Then, what about kids?”
Jan took a peek at Armand.
“None…
I suppose.” In truth, they did not know the answer to that either. Even paupers desire to produce their
own progeny, so that went without saying for a tycoon like Armand, whohad a hundred billion worth of
assets to his name. If he were to have no heir, the massive fortune of the Faulkner family would wind
up in the hands of others. However, Armand was already thirty-seven that year.
Never mind children, in spite of Sylvie having been by his side for as long as she did, he didnot seem to
regard her as anything more than a female companion or someone he had any intention of marrying.
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