My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 602

“Huh?” Charlotte was stunned. “He dated Coco before?”

Realizing that Charlotte wasn’t aware of Bruce’s history, Genevieve related Bruce and Coco’s underground romance to the former.

After learning of the incident, Charlotte had the same cxc response as Gencvicve did at Bruce’s house. “Is Coco blind? Why would she pass over Bruce and sleep with an old man?”

Genevieve insinuated, “Have you ever considered that the problem lies with Bruce?”

Charlotte stared at Genevieve, dumbstruck.

Raising another cocktail to her lips, Genevieve took a big gulp. “Do you still want me to call his assistant and invite him over?”

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“Forget it.” Charlotte’s enthusiasm had seemingly been doused. “If a man can’t get it up, that pretty face of his is all for naught.”

Noticing that Genevieve had downed two cocktails, Charlotte pointed at the glass. “Do you enjoy it that much?”

“It’s pretty good.” Genevieve shrugged as she took the third glass.

Just when Charlotte wanted to inform her that the cocktail was specially concocted with a strong but delayed kick, another girl came over to pull the former aside to sing.

Meanwhile, Genevieve didn’t drive, as she had expected to drink that evening.

After finishing her third glass, she bit into a slice of lemon to jolt her senses while pulling out her phone. Deciding against calling Cooper since it was late, she felt it better to contact Steven instead.

As the partygoers drank through the night, the private room became so boisterous that Genevieve’s right ear began to buzz.

In the meantime, she figured the room’s air conditioning wasn’t cold enough as her body burned up even though all she was wearing was a slip dress.

When a young man approached and attempted to pull her away to the dancefloor, she swept his hand away. “I’m not dancing, Please tell Ms. Benson that I’m be taking my leave.”

Grabbing her bag, she stumbled out of the private room.

While making her way across the dancefloor, a man noticed hier unsteady gait and figured that she was drunk. Attracted by her pretty face and stunning ligure, he was driven to follow her by his lust.

“Miss, where do you live? Why don’t I give you a ride home?”

Before his hand could reach Genevieve, she grabbed a bottle of red wine off a waiter’s tray and

smashed it into his head.

“Throw him out,” Genevieve ordered groggily before dusting off the glass shards in her hand onto the tray.

Recognizing Genevieve, the waiter acknowledged her respectfully before calling in the bodyguards. They subsequently gave the man a beating and threw him out of the bar.

The waiter followed up with a kick and sneered at the man, “Luckily, our boss isn’t here. Or else, you would be going home without any hands!”

Meanwhile, Genevieve was surprised at the knock-on effects of just three cocktails. Under normal circumstances, her capacity for alcohol allowed her to consume plenty of whiskey without feeling anything

Upon stepping out of the bar, she spotted the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked by the street. She had barely walked toward it when its doors opened for her.

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Inside the car sat a man in a cap and a face mask. When he saw the slight blush on her checks and how she kept pulling down her collar, he quickly pulled her into the car with a darkened gaze.

“Why did you get yourself drunk?”

No sooner had he settled her into her seat than he instructed Steven, “Find a pharmacy, and get her some sobering pills.”

“What gives you the right to order him around” Genevieve was outraged at how the man was speaking to Steven. “He isn’t your driver. You should show him some respect!”

“All right. I’ll take note of it.” Bruce opened a bottle of water and held it up to her mouth. “Do you want some water?”

“No, I don’t.” Genevieve shoved his hand away.

Didn‘t I get Steven to pick me up? Why is Bruce in the car?

With her mind clouded by the heat, Genevieve wasn’t in the mood to dwell on the matter. Pulling up her dress to allow the heat to dissipate faster, she mumbled, “Steven, please lower the temperature of the air conditioning.”

When Bruce threw an icy glance forward and saw Steven focused on driving, he pulled up the screen that separated the back of the car.

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