My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314 Are You Pulling Our Legs

Armand’s lips lifted into a faint smile as he nodded slightly in Martin’s direction and uttered placidly, “Mr. Turner, I heard from my secretary you’re the person in charge of the conference this round. So I decided to drop by and have a look.”

Thunderstruck, Martin was still at a loss for words.

Genevieve knew the man was wearing sunglasses so the others would be oblivious to his blindness. She stood up and advanced toward him at once.

“When did you wake up? Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked while holding his hand, leading him toward her seat.

The director seated on Genevieve’s right came to his senses and moved aside.

Armand strode steadily toward the seat before placing his hand on the back of the chair. After Genevieve let go of his hand, he pulled the chair and sat down elegantly.

In the meantime, pin-drop silence filled the whole private room due to his emergence.

Eventually, Xavier broke the silence with a snicker. “Ms. Rachford, when I asked you about Mr. Faulkner’s condition a while ago, you told us he was still unconscious, didn’t you? Now that he appears out of the blue, you’re asking him when he woke up? Aren’t two of you playing us for fools? It doesn’t make sense for someone who’s unconscious for about two months to suddenly regain consciousness and start walking right away, too!”

“I’ve regained my consciousness for quite a while now. My wife is unaware of it because she’s busy at work and the fact that there’s a caretaker specially assigned to look after me. I can start walking within a short span because I’m fit as a fiddle. Mr. Wood, do you still have any other questions?” Armand elucidated, placing his arm nonchalantly on the dining table. Nonetheless, there was an unmissable frigidness in his tone.

Xavier did not believe in Armand’s words, but he did not wish to get on the latter’s nerves. Wearing a look of grimness, he had no choice but to hold his tongue.

After a little while, the private room was engulfed by liveliness again. Everyone huddled over Armand, making small talk with him. Out of curiosity, some even asked him why he was wearing sunglasses.

At that, Armand explained casually, “I hurt my eyes after hitting myself on the door accidentally. So I’m wearing the sunglasses to conceal my bruises.”

Sensing the drastic change in everyone’s demeanor toward her due to Armand’s appearance, Genevieve’s lips contorted into a sly smile. She uttered wittingly, “Everyone, let’s not forget that we’re in the middle of our game just because Mr. Faulkner is here! It’s meaningless if we can’t play to our hearts’ content. Come on! Let’s continue with our game after I’m done drinking the glass of wine!”

Armand turned toward her and asked quizzically, “What kind of game are you talking about?”