My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 1549

Chapter 1549 Had He Gone To Keep Her Company NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Genevieve always held a grudge against Timothy and didn't miss a chance to be less than polite with

him. But this time, she genuinely felt bad for Timothy. “Jojo's issue lies with that child. It needs to be

resolved.”

Armand understood this too. “She was sent abroad for education by her mother even before she came

of age. She lacked love and care.”

It was because of her mother's coldness that Johanna had a mindset that if she had a child, she would

love them dearly. But if the two parents weren't deeply in love and mature enough, she'd rather not

have a child at all.

She loved Timothy so much, so how could she accept the idea of a child who was the product of

another man?

Genevieve spoke softly to Armand, “Anyway, you're the only one who knows where that child is. To us,

she has already passed on with Zephyr. I hope Jojo will one day overcome this painful incident.”

“Of course.” Armand nodded in understanding.

Following breakfast, Armand dropped the kids off at school while Genevieve made her way to the

company.

When Camilla brought some documents to Genevieve's office, she whispered conspiratorially, “Ms.

Rachford, can you confirm if Lottie is pregnant and went abroad to give birth? Did Jerry accompany

her?”

Genevieve raised an intrigued eyebrow at Camilla. “Why would you think that?”

Camilla playfully pointed at her eyes and adopted a cheeky tone. “My observational skills are on point.

I've been sensing something between Lottie and Jerry for a while now. Now that they're both

mysteriously absent from the office, and there are no work-related trips, I find it hard to believe they're

not together.”

“Ms. Rachford, please share the scoop with me.” Denied her usual dose of office gossip, Camilla

seemed quite restless. “I promise I won't spread it around.”

Genevieve let out a small sigh. “Honestly, I'm not sure. There's nothing much to share. But Charlotte

did message me earlier, mentioning that she's taking an extended leave. I've got my hands full as it is.

Do take over the management of Scarlette.”

“Really? Thanks, Ms. Rachford.” Scarlette, being one of the most lucrative female artists in the

company, would be a surefire investment.

With that, Camilla left Genevieve's office, no longer curious about the gossip and with her spirits

uplifted.

Genevieve continued her work until around eleven o'clock. She messaged Johanna to inform her of

their lunch plans and then headed out to meet her. As she was leaving her office, she encountered a

tall figure.

It was the secretary that Faye recently hired, Wrenna Xilas.

Wrenna, a former model, possessed a tall and statuesque figure. Her mixed-race features had a touch

of androgyny, and her dressing style exuded both allure and comfort.

“Ms. Rachford, are you going out?” Wrenna noticed Genevieve's coat and bag. “Should I get the car

ready for you?”

“No, there's no need. I'm meeting a friend for lunch,” Genevieve replied.

“Understood.”

As Genevieve passed by Wrenna, she had a fleeting sensation that Wrenna's gaze lingered on her.

However, when she glanced back, Wrenna had already entered the office.

It was probably just her imagination.

Having a hankering for barbecue, Genevieve picked up Johanna from Nightingale Studio, and they

headed to a renowned barbecue restaurant. Seated by the window, they indulged in conversation while

savoring their meal.

After taking a bite of grilled meat wrapped in lettuce, Genevieve turned to Johanna and inquired, “Have

any of Mr. Cabot's artists been causing you trouble?”

“Mr. Cabot had me handle the styling for his artist as a favor, given his support for my studio. However,

his artist gained weight and insisted on wearing a modified dress, causing a scene on the runway that

ended up making headlines,” Johanna elaborated.

Genevieve's response was firm. “No wonder his company had to take to social media to clarify that it

wasn't your fault. If he ever mistreats you, I won't collaborate with his company again.”

Johanna chuckled and placed a few pieces of cooked meat onto Genevieve's plate. “I've completed

Yvonne's dress. You can take it to her for a fitting. If any adjustments are needed, I'll make them.”

“Would you like to accompany Yvonne to the Broburgh Film Festival? It's quite a lively event,”

Genevieve inquired.

“I'll let Denise handle her makeup,” Johanna replied. “Asel is interested in going to the hot springs.

Maybe on our next free weekend, I'll take them there.”

Genevieve leaned her chin on her hand and regarded Johanna thoughtfully. “Why are you making such

an effort to bond with Asel? Are you concerned that once she has a stepmother, you won't have the

chance to spend time with her?”