“No, I haven’t. I had Steven take me here when I found out that you’d be attending this auction,” Armand replied in a deep voice.
“Why didn’t you come and sit with your wife if you were in the conference hall? Armand, don’t tell me you were guest number twenty-two?” Timothy asked while looking in the direction that Armand had come from.
“I was,” Armand replied.
Timothy clicked his tongue. “A genius as always, huh? Not only did you make a donation to the charity auction, but you also got your wife an amazing-looking crown!”
Noticing Genevieve’s legs that were exposed through the slit of her gown, Armand buttoned up the coat he had draped over her and dragged her outside.
Timothy could only shrug and let out a sigh as he followed behind them.
Johanna was already waiting by the roadside at the time. “Why are you running around town when your eyes aren’t fully healed yet?” she exclaimed before driving them to a seafood restaurant.
The restaurant she had chosen was located in a secluded alley, but the place was crowded due to its amazing dishes.
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