My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 1097

Chapter 1098

After finished talking on the phone with Armand, Genevieve packed her belongings and went downstairs to have her breakfast in the hotel. Then, she contacted Frank.

Around ten o'clock in the morning, when Genevieve was about to depart, Frank arrived in a taxi.

She came clean to him about the Carlo family's ancestor hiding a stash of invaluable gold and ancient diamonds somewhere.

The treasure's location was only made known to the head of the Carlo family. However, Silas didn't divulge the information to the new head of the family, Zephyr.

Frank stopped the car beside the street of a commercial area. “You found the treasure?”

“Yes.” She handed him a card. “I know the gold is hidden in St. Calisto Church, but you'll have to figure out the exact location.”

“The Carlo family has always recognized money as the only symbol of power. Even after Zephyr became the head of the family, he couldn't convince everyone to yield to him, so he's desperate to locate this stash of gold as soon as possible. The treasure symbolizes the head of the family. Anyone who possesses them would be the head of the family,” Frank said.

Genevieve frowned. “Still, Zephyr's influence cannot be underestimated. How do you plan to use this stash of gold to invoke a war between the three largest mafia families?” She paused briefly before adding, “You must help me ensure Johanna's safety.”

Frank aspired to eliminate the three most powerful mafia families, while Genevieve held grudges against Zephyr. Not to mention, she was in Patrick's debt, so she would help him even if she had to risk her life. Nonetheless, Genevieve could not allow anything bad to happen to Johanna.

“I'll be needing your help to achieve my goal.” Frank took out a memo pad and handed it to her before elaborating casually, “Evangeline likes underwater diving. She would go diving with her friends every month. Tomorrow afternoon, she will be going to Baboo Island for diving. I've jotted down all her preferences here, so you need to memorize the details.”

“Okay.” She kept the memo pad and got out of the taxi.

Baboo Island was a world-renowned underwater diving spot and was only open for six months a year. Coincidentally, that month fell within the scuba diving season, so the place was packed with tourists.

In the past two days, Genevieve had studied and brushed up intensively on underwater diving-related knowledge to the extent of feeling nauseous from reading articles.

She had never been so hardworking, even when she pursued her studies at the Institute of Translation and Interpretation.