My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 987

Evangeline's patience snapped, and she abruptly slapped Johanna across the face once again.

“You despicable woman!” Evangeline seethed, her entire body quivering with fury.

Suddenly, she pulled a handgun out of her purse. She removed the safety and aimed it at Johanna.

“Ms. Evangeline! Please don't shoot!” Anne was almost on her knees as she pleaded, “Punishing her is enough. If

anything happens to her, Mr. Osborn will flip his lid.”

Evangeline snapped, “How dare she taunt and insult me! I'm going to kill her!”

Cold sweat beaded on Johanna's back, yet she assumed an air of nonchalance and smiled. “Do you dare to pull the

trigger? Go ahead then! I'm still going to be with Osborn even in my next life!”

Her bet paid off. Evangeline suddenly thought she was giving Johanna an easy way out by killing her.

“Tie her up and throw her to the wolves in the forest!” Evangeline yelled her order at the housemaids in the castle.

When they did not act immediately, she barked, “What are you all standing around for? Tie her up! I bear full

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responsibility if anything happens to her. I'm Osborn's fiancee for heaven's sake! He can't possibly get mad at me

over this despicable b*tch!”

Alas, Evangeline threatened to shoot the housemaids if they did not tie Johanna up. Left with no choice, they

hurriedly restrained Johanna under rounds of thick rope.

Evangeline glanced at Johanna before declaring, “Leave her in Harondell Forest.”

Harondell Forest was a neglected forest not far from Zephyr's castle. It teemed with wild animals, including wolves.

A human being would not survive a night in the forest.

Before Anne could plead for mercy, Evangeline slapped her and silenced her.

Several housemaids threw Johanna into the car and headed for the forest.

Johanna appeared weak and pale in the backseat. Evangeline's slaps seemed to have knocked her out cold, and

blood was seeping from the corner of her lips.

Meanwhile, in Jadeborough, Genevieve was trying to translate a Frosan news piece to Chanaean at her office desk

when loud noises outside disrupted her focus.

She raised her head and looked out the window, shocked to notice that the sky was gray and howling winds

threatened to blow the window blinds out of their frame.

Genevieve hastily shut the window. Then, she stared out the glass panel, wondering if it would rain. The thought had

barely crossed her mind when it began to rain cats and dogs.

The air in the office instantly turned humid.

“This is the worst possible weather to have rain,” whined a female colleague as she put on a jacket to ward off the

cold.

When she spotted Genevieve standing beside the window, she asked, “Have you finished translating the news,

Genevieve?”

“Mm-hmm.” Genevieve quickly returned to her seat and emailed the translated digital news piece to the editor.

She not only translated but also proofread the document. Because she was proficient in the relevant jargon in both

languages, the editor read through her piece once and posted it to the company's news site without further edits.

Soon, Genevieve ended work and began packing her belongings.

It was still pouring when she left the building. Alas, she had left the office too late, and all the shared umbrellas in

the boxes outside were snapped up by others.

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Genevieve sighed, regretting her decision not to drive to work that day.

She thought she would wait at the entrance and ask for a lift from any colleagues who happened to leave the office

then.

Luckily, someone happened to come down.

A suit-clad man came to her rescue, his tall and broad figure somewhat intimidating.

As he lowered his gaze and stared at Genevieve tenderly, he asked, “Didn't get an umbrella?”

“Yeah.” Genevieve returned his stare and explained curtly, “I came down too late.”

A car slowly pulled up to the building's entrance. Armand naturally hooked his arm around Genevieve's waist,

pulling her closer to him as he tried to shield her under his umbrella.

Though Genevieve was not repulsed by his touch, she still shuffled away from Armand to put some distance

between them.

He did not comment on her actions and kept his hands to himself.

After she got into the car, Armand kept his umbrella in a transparent umbrella pouch and followed her into the

backseat.

Their close proximity meant Genevieve had a good whiff of his woody scent. She was struck by a pang of longing

and impulsively wanted to hug him.

Instead, she repressed her desire and uttered, “I want to go to General Hospital. Please send me there.”

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