My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 1033

“As expected of a businessman's daughter. You've got quite the silver tongue.” Eurydice smiled and took the card.

“Ms. Gaudette, I could say the same for you. You're exactly what I imagine a daughter of a high-ranking official

would be.” Genevieve had won the previous round, and after rearranging her cards, she threw one out. “You're

well-versed in diplomatic speech with how your words always beat around the bush.”

Eurydice had a more classical look—softly arched brows and an oval-shaped face that exuded gentleness.

Still, Genevieve's words did not infuriate the other, for a small smile remained on Eurydice's face. “Ms. Rachford,

can I ask something personal?”

“Go ahead,” Genevieve answered.

After studying Genevieve's face for a while, Eurydice asked, “Which part of you do you think made Mr. Faulkner fall

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for you? Was it your looks, or was it your conversational skills?”

“I don't know.” Genevieve shrugged. “But I know he certainly isn't interested in you.”

As Genevieve watched Eurydice's smile stiffen, she threw another card out. “Even friends won't pay back the

money for a gift right away. You spent time to get someone to buy desserts for my boyfriend, but he paid you back

for it on the spot. He's drawing such a clear line between you and him that I doubt he even thinks of you as a

friend.”

Then, Genevieve added, “The dessert was not bad. Each and every piece of it was fed to me by my boyfriend.”

Without much expression, Eurydice pushed away the cards in front of her. She had won Genevieve in the card

game, but she had lost miserably in their battle of words.

For that meal, Genevieve had dragged Armand to the mall to buy heels earlier that day.

Hence, she was not used to the new heels. When she found her foot hurting from the tightness of the shoes, she

hunched over to take them off while the cards were being shuffled.

Eurydice glanced at her and said, “Ms. Rachford, don't force yourself to wear heels if they're not a match for your

feet. Otherwise, you'll only suffer, and eventually, those uncomfortable heels will be tossed aside.”

Genevieve knew, without a doubt, Eurydice was talking about Genevieve's relationship with Armand using the heels

as an example.

Armand was in the political world, and Genevieve's family was in the corporate world. No matter how rich she was,

she would not be able to help Armand out, for they came from different worlds.

“I'm picky, and I never buy heels that don't fit me.” Genevieve stood up and flashed a smile at Eurydice. “New heels

have to be worn a few days or for a distance before they become comfortable.”

Eurydice snorted softly and said nothing else.

However, her silence irked Genevieve. “It's already late. I guess the men downstairs are done with their

conversation. Ms. Gaudette, why don't we play a game before we wrap this up?”

Eurydice stared at her and asked in her usual serene voice, “What game?”

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“I've taken a liking to the bracelet around your wrist.” Genevieve pointed at Eurydice's left wrist, where a

moonstone bracelet was sitting. It was obvious from its color that it was an item of high quality.

Eurydice glanced at her wrist. She was a smart woman, and she knew that Genevieve asking for the bracelet was

only an excuse. What Genevieve truly wanted to do was to embarrass her in a round of poker.

That bracelet was given to Eurydice by her great-grandmother, and it was a family heirloom.

Furthermore, during their card game earlier, Eurydice had figured out how well Genevieve could play in no time.

She did not even need to go all out.

Still, Eurydice was not in a hurry to reply to Genevieve about that. “What will you offer then, Ms. Rachford?”

Genevieve cupped her cheek and wondered for a while. Then, she unlocked her phone and showed the screen to

Eurydice. “I have a coronet, and it's worth more than your bracelet. Ms. Gaudette, what do you think of it?”

Eurydice lowered her gaze to glance at Genevieve's phone. “I prefer weddings in the style of the west.”

Genevieve hummed in response before retracting her arm. “Ms. Gaudette, are you telling me that you'd like a

western-styled wedding, but you're missing a groom?”

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