My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 427

My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 427

Chapter 427 Do Not Tell Armand When Genevieve reached the secretarial department, she saw Johanna working at her desk and asked, "Wanna go eatbarbecue?" Without looking up, Johanna replied, "I'm not free.

Go ahead without me, Ms.

Rachford." Genevieve had an ominous feeling when she heard the woman's tone.

As such, she reached out and tugged on Johanna's arm before saying softly, "Is work really more importantthan me? Is our friendship worth less than your few hours of pay? We hadn't seen each other for four years! I missed you so much.

Didn't you miss me too?" Johanna looked up and glared at Genevieve before replying, "And you have the nerves to say that? Backthen, you left after sending me a note and ended up being away for four years.

Genevieve, don't you think that's too much?" "Yes, it was my fault! Please forgive me just this once?" Genevievepleaded.

"Let me treat you to something good, okay?" Initially, Johanna had intended to ignore Genevieve as she was indeed outraged.

However, it wasn't convenient for them to talk about personal affairs in the secretarial department as the other employees might return at any time.

After letting out a snort, Johannagrabbed her bag and left with her friend. As it was only around ten in the morning and not lunchtime yet, Genevieve took Johanna to a cafe in a nearby shopping mall and ordered two cups of coffee. In an attempt to appease her friend, Genevieve told Johanna that she had only kept all those things from her because she did not want to implicate her. Back then, Genevieve had already made all the arrangements and had boarded the plane.

However, Jack saw through her plan and stopped her. After that, she was brought to Dartan and forced tostay with Jack. Johanna was downright confused after listening to Genevieve's explanation and asked in a clueless manner, "I don't understand what you're saying at all.

If you don't want to be with Jack, why did you marry him?" "Because..."

Genevieve ended up telling Johanna the entire truth.

Johanna stared at Genevievewith her eyes widened after listening to the woman's clarification.

Seeing that, Genevieve let out a chuckle and said, "I've kept this bottled up for a long time.

I feel much better now after sharing it with you." "Why didn't you tell Mr.

Faulkner about this?" Johanna asked. Just then, two cups of hot coffee were served to them. Genevieve took a sipof her coffee and replied softly, "You should have seen the news previously.

He already has enough things to deal with...

Besides, Jack is crazy.

Not only that, but he also controls Helt Corporation.

He will do anything for revenge.

Since I did not have any bargaining chips at that time, marrying him was my only option in order tosave my children." Johanna was shocked when she heard that.

"Does that mean your children belong to Mr.

Faulkner?" "Yup." Genevieve nodded with a smile. She opened the photo album on her phone and showed Johanna pictures of her two children.

"I gave birth to twins.

One boy and one girl.

It definitely wasn't an easy pregnancy." Johanna took the phone from her and beamed in excitement when she saw the adorable little girl, who looked justlike a princess. "Oh my! Is this really your daughter? She's so cute..." Johanna continued scrolling through the photos.

When she saw the little boy in the pictures, she said to Genevieve at once, "I can totally imagine what Mr.

Faulkner looked like when he was a kid just by looking at your son!"

"Mando is so much better than him."Genevieve said in a slightly exasperated tone, "That little brat is too cold and aloof." "You could give him to me!" Johanna suggested immediately.

Genevieve chuckled and replied, "Sure! I'll bring them back after I finish settling things, and I'll let you have my haughty son." "Forget it.

Even if you are willing to let me have him, Mr.

Faulkner would never agree to it." Johanna shook her head and continued, "I shall settle for being their godmother instead! You don't have to buy them anynew clothes anymore.