My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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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.”

Shortly after, someone walked in and closed the door behind her. Following that, she approached his desk and

placed a food carrier on top of it. “Your lunch is delivered, Mr. Faulkner.”

The workers from several buildings had all headed for lunch at the cafeteria, but he had not asked any of them to

help him bring a takeout.

Finding her voice to be rather familiar, Armand lifted his head to regard the woman standing in front of the desk.

She was wearing a light green dress suit paired with a ruffle dress that accentuated her slender and fair legs.

Her hat and mask ensemble left only a pair of fetching eyes exposed which she used to wink at the man when she

caught him looking back at her.

“Surprise!”

Armand was pleasantly surprised indeed.

He pushed the office chair back a little and beckoned toward Genevieve before lifting her onto his lap. “How did you

manage to sneak in here?”

“Mind you, I had strolled in very openly,” replied Genevieve with a snort. “An old friend of Granddad's who also

works in the Department of Public Information asked for my help with getting two bags of coffee beans as gifts for

his guest. It was the elderly gentleman himself who brought me in here, and he was also the one who told me

where your office is. But you know, I could always leave if you don't wish to see me,” said Genevieve while she

regarded him askance.

“Why would I not want to see you?” Armand brought her hand close to his lips for a kiss. “You should have called so

that I could go downstairs and get you. That way, I'd be able to introduce my wife to everyone else.”

“Pass.” Genevieve withdrew her hand. “I'm perfectly happy to get a divorce and take the kids with me!”

Armand was flabbergasted.

Retrieving the food from the lunchbox, Genevieve took the opportunity to test her husband. “Guess which one of

these dishes I made? Get it right, and I may reward you with a kiss.”

“Then I'd absolutely have to take a proper look at them.” After Armand surveyed the dishes one by one, he pointed

toward that plate of stuffed pork loin on a whim.

“Wrong.” Genevieve pretended to be upset. “You can't even figure out which one is the dish prepared by your own

wife. What does that prove? It proves you haven't been paying regular attention to me and don't love me enough.”

Armand's brows perked up. “How could it be possible that I don't shower you with enough attention? Didn't I spend

like half the day massaging your hips yesterday?”

“You pervert!” Genevieve glared at him. “We're talking about food here, you scoundrel!”

Armand let out a chuckle, then caressed her cheeks.