FreeNovelChapter 711
Lowering her gaze, Genevieve responded with a grunt. “That day, Coop and I were sending gifts to Old
Mr. Zeigler, and to expose Sylvie's false identity. I thought Sylvie was finished. Who would have known
that Bruce wanted to marry her?”
Bruce even posted two tweets in a row, as though he was afraid that no one would know that they were
together.
That piqued Johanna's curiosity.
She had guessed that Armand was still alive, and through her investigations, had a gnawing feeling
that Bruce could very well be Armand himself.
Now, it would seem that her hypothesis had been overturned.
If Bruce Gable is indeed Armand Faulkner, he would have known how deep the enmity ran between
Genevieve and Sylvie.
Seeing how Jane had also died at Sylvie's hands, he could not possibly have turned around to marry
Sylvie and save her in the process.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhile the two of them were chatting, Genevieve was surprised to hear someone call out to her. She
also found that voice to be quite familiar.
Turning around, she saw Charlotte walk into the rooftop garden.
Charlotte was accompanied by a tall and handsome man beside her. He wore a white shirt with dress
pants and had one hand tucked inside his pocket in a very laid-back manner.
Staring into his luscious, affectionate eyes would cause one's heart to throb involuntarily.
Charlotte arrived at Genevieve and her companion's table within a few strides. “I thought I saw
someone who looked like you inside the restaurant, and had to come over to see for sure.”
“What a coincidence.” Genevieve stole a quick glance at the man who was standing motionlessly at the
side before she rescinded her gaze. Then, she went on to make an introduction to Charlotte. “This is
my good friend, Johanna Joule.”
“You girls have several gowns that trended after some celebrities wore them onto the red carpet, and I
heard that they were made by you, Ms. Joule. I also really like the ones that you've modified as well.”
“Thank you,” Johanna was all smiles and warmly accepted her praises. “Feel free to contact me
whenever you need a makeover, Ms. Benson.”
“Be happy to take you up on your offer.” Charlotte then proceeded to exchange numbers with Johanna.
By the time Charlotte looked back, Timothy was already seated at the table, browsing through the
menu. She chatted with Genevieve briefly before heading over to join him.
“Don't you and Genevieve know each other very well? asked Charlotte quizzically. “Why didn't you go
over and say hello?”
Timothy pointed at a variety of items on the menu for the waiter to jot down before he casually replied,
“Knowing each other well doesn't mean that we always have to talk when we see each other. Besides,
you've already gone over in my stead.”
“I didn't ask to represent you!” Charlotte pouted.
Passing the menu along, Timothy then withdrew his arm and draped it over the backrest. “You should
try to be nicer to me since you're the one who begged me to come out to eat and shop with you.
Otherwise, I'm going to have to leave.”
Charlotte was about to roll her eyes at him when the phone in her bag rang.
Once she caught a glimpse of the person making the video call, she immediately loosened up her face
and put the call through. “Hey, Dad. I'm having lunch with Timothy right now. Is there something I can
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdo for you?”
“Why are you dining out? Wouldn't it be better to come home? I can have someone make whatever the
both of you want to eat!”
“Timothy wanted to eat outside.”
Looking over to the side of the video feed, Jiminy asked, “Where's Timothy? Let me talk to him.”
Flabbergasted at her own father's lack of trust in her, Charlotte passed her phone across to Timothy
opposite her.
Timothy lifted the phone up after he received it.
“I've asked Lottie out for lunch, Mr. Benson. Are you worried about something?”
“Of course not!” Jiminy's doubt vanished once he saw that his daughter was really in the company of
Timothy. “I was just concerned that she might have gone off to fool around with her bunch of friends
using you as an excuse.”
That got Timothy chuckling softly. “I'm going to go shopping with Lottie after this, to help her pick out a
few outfits for you.”
“There's no need for you to do that. Just enjoy yourselves,” replied a boisterous Jiminy. “Come by for
dinner later together with Lottie if you are available.”
“I'm afraid I won't be able to, as I have to get back in the office by three-thirty.”
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