My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 535

As Joash was on the phone, he failed to notice Genevieve and crashed into her.

“I'm sorry! I'm really sorry...” While apologizing, he grabbed the phone that had fallen onto the ground.

When he got up, he discovered Genevieve standing in front of him. “M-Ms. Rachford?”

Upon noticing his panicked expression, she asked curiously, “You're sweating. What happened?”

Knowing that Genevieve was the boss of the company, Joash reckoned it would be more useful to find her instead of James.

He quickly explained to her, “Remember that I said a producer asked Mr. Gable out for dinner to introduce him to some jobs? However, while they were eating, the producer started acting weirdly... She insisted on sitting next to him and even touched his thigh. Amelia said that as long as Mr. Gable slept with her for a night and served her well, he could get whatever job he wanted...”

As he spoke, his anger and helplessness increased. “I want to bring Mr. Gable away, but I'm afraid that things will be messy if we offend Amelia...”

Without waiting for him to finish his sentence, Genevieve walked toward that private room.

Since Joash did not close the door properly when he left, they could hear a woman's angry voice. “You refuse to feed me even a glass of wine. Who do you think you are? Everyone knows that you're an abuser! You should be glad that I like you! I have a huge social network in the entertainment industry, and I know all the famous directors. If you offend me, I'll make sure that you won't be able to work in the entertainment industry anymore! Keep me company tonight. Are you down?”

Rage welled up in Genevieve when she heard the woman speak so domineeringly and even wanted to force herself upon Bruce. With a solemn face, she kicked the door open.

It was very dim in the room, so Genevieve felt for the switch on the wall and turned the lights on.

With the illumination, she soon realized that it was a karaoke room. It was pretty big, and there were around eight to nine people inside. However, they were mostly sitting at the side or in the corners.

A chubby woman, wearing a skirt and black stockings, was sitting on the black couch in the middle. Her aura was overbearing.

She was probably the producer mentioned by Joash.

Bruce was standing beside the couch. His shirt was drenched in red wine, so it clung to his chest, outlining his firm, defined muscles.

The sudden brightness caused Amelia to narrow her eyes and look at Genevieve, who was standing at the door, in annoyance.

“Who are you?”

Oh, she's right...