Armand phoned Steven to have the latter handpick two bodyguards for Genevieve's protection.
“One last thing, Mr. Faulkner...” Before he hung up, Steven told Armand, “I've sent the pictures of the
traffic accident you were involved in that day to some experts, and they are of the opinion that this
accident might have been premeditated. I'll go have someone look into it.”
As though he had been reminded of something, Armand scowled and replied blandly, “Just drop that,
because you'll only be wasting your time. Nothing is going to turn up.”
“Are you suspecting...” Steven asked.
Armand merely went on to issue an instruction, “Let the housekeeper at home and the nanny over at
Johanna's know that they are not to allow Harry into the house should he ever visit.”
Initially, he had considered getting Steven to discard the gifts Harry gave to Amanda, but he thought
the better of it when it occurred to him that the little girl, being very fond of those items she was given,
might get upset if he were to suddenly get rid of them.
Massaging his own forehead, Armand then said, “Check the presents he gave Amanda and Lucian one
more time and see whether there is anything more to them.”
“Understood.” Steven ended the call before he proceeded to follow through with the man's orders.
Moments later, someone came knocking at the door to inform Armand that his meeting would
commence at ten. Responding with a hum, he went on to wrap up whatever he had on hand before he
headed over to the conference room.
The meeting lasted until eleven, after which Armand returned to the office to resume his work.
Although his posting at the Department of Public Information was a formality for the most part and
required him to only hang around for a while, he was by no means occupying that position for the sake
of it. There were many matters that he needed to attend to in order to demonstrate to outside observers
that he was an active contributor.
Having already been a CEO previously, Armand was no stranger to frequent work trips overseas and
had thus cultivated an awareness of international developments considerably keener than most civil
servants. As such, he had found the role he was expected to perform now almost too easy compared
to the sort of heavy brainwork he was used to handling. The issue for him was that the tasks he had to
deal with presently were so voluminous that dealing with them in repetition tended to be quite
exhausting.
Feeling his vision a little blurry, Armand placed his fountain pen down and lifted a hand to lightly
massage the bridge of his own nose.
Just then, there was a knock on his office door.
“Come in.”
Shortly after, someone walked in and closed the door behind her. Following that, she approached his
desk and placed a food carrier on top of it. “Your lunch is delivered, Mr. Faulkner.”
The workers from several buildings had all headed for lunch at the cafeteria, but he had not asked any
of them to help him bring a takeout.
Finding her voice to be rather familiar, Armand lifted his head to regard the woman standing in front of
the desk. She was wearing a light green dress suit paired with a ruffle dress that accentuated her
slender and fair legs.
Her hat and mask ensemble left only a pair of fetching eyes exposed which she used to wink at the
man when she caught him looking back at her.
“Surprise!”
Armand was pleasantly surprised indeed.
He pushed the office chair back a little and beckoned toward Genevieve before lifting her onto his lap.
“How did you manage to sneak in here?”
Having already been a CEO previously, Armand was no stranger to frequent work trips overseas and
had thus cultivated an awareness of international developments considerably keener than most civil
servants. As such, he had found the role he was expected to perform now almost too easy compared
to the sort of heavy brainwork he was used to handling. The issue for him was that the tasks he had to
deal with presently were so voluminous that dealing with them in repetition tended to be quite
exhausting.
“Mind you, I hod strolled in very openly,” replied Genevieve with o snort. “An old friend of Gronddod's
who olso works in the Deportment of Public Informotion osked for my help with getting two bogs of
coffee beons os gifts for his guest. It wos the elderly gentlemon himself who brought me in here, ond
he wos olso the one who told me where your office is. But you know, I could olwoys leove if you don't
wish to see me,” soid Genevieve while she regorded him oskonce.
“Why would I not wont to see you?” Armond brought her hond close to his lips for o kiss. “You should
hove colled so thot I could go downstoirs ond get you. Thot woy, I'd be oble to introduce my wife to
everyone else.”
“Poss.” Genevieve withdrew her hond. “I'm perfectly hoppy to get o divorce ond toke the kids with me!”
Armond wos flobbergosted.
Retrieving the food from the lunchbox, Genevieve took the opportunity to test her husbond. “Guess
which one of these dishes I mode? Get it right, ond I moy reword you with o kiss.”
“Then I'd obsolutely hove to toke o proper look ot them.” After Armond surveyed the dishes one by one,
he pointed toword thot plote of stuffed pork loin on o whim.
“Wrong.” Genevieve pretended to be upset. “You con't even figure out which one is the dish prepored
by your own wife. Whot does thot prove? It proves you hoven't been poying regulor ottention to me ond
don't love me enough.”
Armond's brows perked up. “How could it be possible thot I don't shower you with enough ottention?
Didn't I spend like holf the doy mossoging your hips yesterdoy?”
“You pervert!” Genevieve glored ot him. “We're tolking obout food here, you scoundrel!”
Armond let out o chuckle, then coressed her cheeks.
“Mind you, I had strolled in very openly,” replied Genevieve with a snort. “An old friend of Granddad's
who also works in the Department of Public Information asked for my help with getting two bags of
coffee beans as gifts for his guest. It was the elderly gentleman himself who brought me in here, and
he was also the one who told me where your office is. But you know, I could always leave if you don't
wish to see me,” said Genevieve while she regarded him askance.
“Why would I not want to see you?” Armand brought her hand close to his lips for a kiss. “You should
have called so that I could go downstairs and get you. That way, I'd be able to introduce my wife to
everyone else.”
“Pass.” Genevieve withdrew her hand. “I'm perfectly happy to get a divorce and take the kids with me!”
Armand was flabbergasted.
Retrieving the food from the lunchbox, Genevieve took the opportunity to test her husband. “Guess
which one of these dishes I made? Get it right, and I may reward you with a kiss.”
“Then I'd absolutely have to take a proper look at them.” After Armand surveyed the dishes one by one,
he pointed toward that plate of stuffed pork loin on a whim.
“Wrong.” Genevieve pretended to be upset. “You can't even figure out which one is the dish prepared
by your own wife. What does that prove? It proves you haven't been paying regular attention to me and
don't love me enough.”
Armand's brows perked up. “How could it be possible that I don't shower you with enough attention?
Didn't I spend like half the day massaging your hips yesterday?”
“You pervert!” Genevieve glared at him. “We're talking about food here, you scoundrel!”
Armand let out a chuckle, then caressed her cheeks.
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