My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 93

Sensing that his forehead had begun to sweat, Patrick wiped his hand over it as he tried to avert his

gaze from hers. “I’m really sorry for making you recall those bad memories, Genev.” Cooper had done

everything he could to make Genevieve divorce him with no strings attached, and Patrick was well

aware of that. “It’s all in the past now.” Genevieve lowered her eyes before shifting her gaze back to

Patrick. “The reason why I told you that was because I don’t want you to overthink things. If you’re

adamant about leaving, that means you don’t acknowledge me as your friend anymore.” Patrick

grinned upon hearing her remark. “How can I leave now that you’ve said that?” Seeing him finally at

ease, Genevieve smiled as well. The discomfort between them seemed to vanish as they smiled at

each other. Patrick grabbed a pear from the fruit tray and munched on it as he sat by the bed to chat

with Genevieve. “I’ve been trying to restore all the deleted chat histories from Queenie’s phone for the

past two days. However, her phone seemed to be hacked by someone else and they had planted a

virus inside it. If I tried to restore anything from the phone, my computer would be infected with that

virus as well.” “I don’t quite understand what you’re saying,” Genevieve commented as she rubbed her

chin with her fingers. “But what’s certain is that the person behind Queenie is surely a powerful figure.”

Patrick hummed in acknowledgment. His eyes narrowed as he said, “I’m sure that person is a ruthless

and vicious figure.” “When my dad was still around, he was humble and kind, and his reputation in the

business industry was very good, to the point where he had almost no enemies in the business. After

he was gone, the only person who wanted to seek revenge against me was Cooper,” Genevieve said.

“I thought Cooper was the one behind those evil deeds, but it turns out that he wasn’t.” Feeling quite

tired after standing for a while, she pulled out a chair from the table beside her and sat down. “Tell me,

Patrick. Who would be so ruthless…” Genevieve paused as she propped her chin with her hand and

looked at Patrick, before she continued, “To use Queenie as a tool to ruin me?” Someone came to

Patrick’s mind suddenly. He stopped chewing the pear that was in his hand. “W-Well…” Patrick

stammered as he tried to tell her about something. Suddenly, Genevieve showed Patrick her phone

and smiled faintly, “You knew that Marilyn and Mr. Samuel were married, right?” Patrick glanced at the

phone’s screen and noticed that it was a photograph of Marilyn and Samuel’s wedding. Seeing that

Genevieve was smart enough to figure everything out, Patrick decided to be frank with her. “I already

knew that Mr. Samuel and Ms. Wood were married. However, since I used to work for Armand abroad

in the past, I hardly had any contact with the Faulkner family. Moreover, I’ve only met Ms. Wood once. I

didn’t expect that she was actually Mr. Samuel’s wife.” He then raised his hand and stuck out three

fingers, pointing them toward the ceiling, and said, “Genev, I swear that what I said was true!” “You

don’t have to swear on it. I believe you,” Genevieve said as she shook her head. If Patrick really knew

Marilyn, he would not have been so shocked after Genevieve showed him a post of Marilyn displaying

her violin on Twitter when they were at the banquet hall that day. Genevieve then took back her phone

and stared at the screen while she said, “Compared to this, I’m much more curious about something

else.” Patrick was confused. “What is it?” “Do you recall when I went to the hospital to get my blood

drawn and told you about the car accident, speculating that someone from the Faulkner family had

done something to Mando?” Genevieve smirked. “At that time, I felt really curious. Since Mando had

already cleaned up the Faulkner family once, and now that he’s in charge of the family, who would’ve

dared to plot against him? And yet he decided to tolerate whatever the culprit did to him…” She then

looked at Patrick and saw that he was too guilty to eat anything right then. Smiling faintly, she asked,

“That person is Marilyn, am I right?” “Please don’t ask me about this, Genev…” Patrick was on the

verge of breaking down. “It’s just a photo. How did you even figure out so much about it? Or are you

women all so smart?” “Besides this photograph, I’ve seen other things as well.” Genevieve’s eyes

darkened as something came up in her mind. Immediately, she rested her hand on her chin and looked

at Patrick with a smile on her face. “Now that we’re at this point, come on, tell me everything you know.”