My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 934

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Chapter 934

Armand phoned Steven to have the latter handpick two bodyguards for Genevieve's protection.

“One last thing, Mr. Faulkner...” Before he hung up, Steven told Armand, “I've sent the pictures of the traffic accident you were involved in that day to some experts, and they are of the opinion that this accident might have been premeditated. I'll go have someone look into it.”

As though he had been reminded of something, Armand scowled and replied blandly, “Just drop that, because you'll only be wasting your time. Nothing is going to turn up.”

“Are you suspecting...” Steven asked.

Armand merely went on to issue an instruction, “Let the housekeeper at home and the nanny over at Johanna's know that they are not to allow Harry into the house should he ever visit.”

Initially, he had considered getting Steven to discard the gifts Harry gave to Amanda, but he thought the better of it when it occurred to him that the little girl, being very fond of those items she was given, might get upset if he were to suddenly get rid of them.

Massaging his own forehead, Armand then said, “Check the presents he gave Amanda and Lucian one more time and see whether there is anything more to them.”

“Understood.” Steven ended the call before he proceeded to follow through with the man's orders.

Moments later, someone came knocking at the door to inform Armand that his meeting would commence at ten. Responding with a hum, he went on to wrap up whatever he had on hand before he headed over to the conference room.

The meeting lasted until eleven, after which Armand returned to the office to resume his work.

Although his posting at the Department of Public Information was a formality for the most part and required him to only hang around for a while, he was by no means occupying that position for the sake of it. There were many matters that he needed to attend to in order to demonstrate to outside observers that he was an active contributor.

Having already been a CEO previously, Armand was no stranger to frequent work trips overseas and had thus cultivated an awareness of international developments considerably keener than most civil servants. As such, he had found the role he was expected to perform now almost too easy compared to the sort of heavy brainwork he was used to handling. The issue for him was that the tasks he had to deal with presently were so voluminous that dealing with them in repetition tended to be quite exhausting.

Feeling his vision a little blurry, Armand placed his fountain pen down and lifted a hand to lightly massage the bridge of his own nose.

Just then, there was a knock on his office door.

“Come in.”