My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 666

Chapter 666 Unfair

Feeling the murderous intent exuding from Jack, Sylvie shuddered. “His name is Bruce Gable. He was blacklisted after being accused of perpetrating domestic violence. After that, he signed a contract with Genevieve Orsi Productions. He didn't have any resources after he resurfaced. However, ever since Genevieve returned, the higher-ups of Genevieve Orsi Productions had begun to pay attention to him.”

She was jealous of Genevieve and resented her. Even though she just stood there not doing anything, Cooper, Armand, and even Jack would automatically fall in love with her. She always has everything she wants! This is so unfair.

After he looked at the pictures, Jack stuffed them back into the envelope. “Remember what I said, Sylvie. If you plan to harm my wife again...”

He revealed a cold smirk on his face and continued, “I'll mummify you alive and put you in front of your mother's grave.”

His vicious threat sent goosebumps all over Sylvie's skin. Her head was hung so low that it was almost touching her chest.

After the sounds made by his leather shoes disappeared and the door to the private room closed, she finally relaxed. She pressed her hand on her chest and breathed heavily.

I thought I was vicious enough with my methods in order to obtain what I wanted. However, I've encountered an even more vicious opponent, Jack. If Jack knows about that...

Her body shuddered uncontrollably before she swiftly calmed down. The only person who knew about that was Jermaine, who was dead. I just need to wait and get the money. Then I'll escape overseas and change my face. After that, no one will be able to find me.

She crawled up with great effort and grabbed the towel on the table, wrapping it around her bleeding wound. Then, she laboriously inched her way out of the private room.

At that moment, a couple of young men and women strolled toward her while chatting gleefully before entering the private room on the opposite side.

One of the young men who was wearing a jacket saw Sylvie as she exited the room. Her right hand was holding a handbag while pressing a towel on her head. The towel was already soaked with blood.

The young man thought she looked familiar.

After he and his friends went into their private room, he remembered something and ran out, squeezing himself into the elevator right before the door closed.

“Is that you, Sylvie?” he asked tentatively.

Sylvie raised her head and looked at the young man in front of her. I think I saw him at the reunion meal with Old Mr. Zeigler's descendants.