My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 757

Chapter 757

Everyone knew that Charlotte and Timothy had a close relationship. In fact, there had been rumors of them getting married.

After watching that video, they were all wholly convinced that the Jensen and Benson families were really going to have a marriage alliance.

Timothy's family was a giant in the medical industry, while Charlotte had a father who was a mogul in the real estate industry. Thus, a marriage between the two families would only make them stronger.

As the internet was abuzz with the two families' marriage alliance, Forlisle Medical and Benson Corporation's share prices skyrocketed several times a day. Consequently, the shareholders were all over the moon.

When Johanna saw that piece of news, she was so livid that she wanted to rip Timothy into a thousand pieces.

She phoned the man, but no one answered.

Great, just great!

She deleted all his contact information and forbade the housekeeper from allowing him entry into the house.

Then, she asked Genevieve out for a drink. In order to keep her act up, Genevieve had no choice but to change her tone and claim to be Genevieve's sister after meeting up with Johanna.

“What did you just say?” Stumped, Johanna gaped at her for a long time.

Despite knowing a lot and understanding Genevieve very well, the latter's acting skills were so good that she also bought into the story of Genevieve having a dissociative identity disorder.

Nonetheless, she wasn't in the mood to bother about that since she was presently enraged and aggrieved. Dragging Genevieve to the club for a drink, she tossed a stack of bills at the manager. “Bring me the best hosts here!”

Seizing the opportunity while the manager went out with the money, Genevieve hastily texted Armand.

Shortly after, seven or eight handsome men entered the private room.

It was a high-end club, so the high-quality hosts were indeed exceptional. They were all tall, with slender waists and long legs. A few of them even had looks comparable to male celebrities.

Sitting on the couch, Johanna pointed at one of the men in the line. “You, come here.”