Chapter 62


    Chapter 62 Getting Lively In The House


    Queenie gritted her teeth as she went to the restaurant’s restroom to change into a bikini.


    She thought of escaping, but there was only a single entrance to the ce. If Queenie wanted to leave,


    she had to pass by the hall to the kitchen. By doing so, she would be spotted by Patrick and the rest.


    After stalling for a while to buy time for herself, Queenie walked out of the restaurant.


    Patrick asked, “Why aren’t you dancing?” Then, he hummed understandingly, “Oh, I know. Is it because


    there is no music? All right. I’ll y a song for you.”


    As he said that, he turned on the music yer, and a sexy song started ring immediately.


    Queenie scanned her surroundings. People had started gathering around her while the restaurant’s


    customers had turned their attention toward the crowd outside the windows, trying to see what was


    happening.


    With a forced smile, she looked at Genevieve.


    “Do you have to do this, Genevieve?” Queenie clenched her teeth. The arrogant attitude she had


    disyed yesterday disappeared without a trace. She lowered her voice and said, “We will be


    colleagues in the future…”


    Genevieve was standing among the crowd when she heard Queenie’s words. She parted her red lips


    and replied in an apathetic tone, “Dance now, Ms. Lane.”


    She knew very well that Queenie would have asked her to do something even more ridiculous if she


    was the one who lost the bet.


    Then, a resentful Queenie started dancing amidst the crowd’s cheers and apuse. When she noticed


    Patrick was recording a video of her, she freaked out and turned her head to the side.


    “Come on, Queenie. Don’t hide!” Patrick urged, “The loser has to dance while someone records the


    video. You will have to share it on Twitter for a week too. Since nobody is doing the honor of videoing


    you, I’ll be the one to take up the task!”


    Queenie felt frustration rise within her when she heard Patrick’s words. Enraged, she bit her lips so


    hard that they bled. She made up her mind.


    I’ll remember this humiliation!


    While the onlookers were busy checking out Queenie’s dance, a ck Maserati drove past the


    restaurant slowly.


    A woman poked her head out of the backseat and peered at the crowd.


    Even though she looked great for her age, as there was not a single wrinkle on her wless, smooth


    skin, her steely, deep-set eyes told stories and showed that she was not that young. Meanwhile, a


    beauty mark on the corner of her left eye softened her sharp features.


    The woman slightly narrowed her eyes. She stared at the slim figure standing among the crowd. “Have


    Genevieve and Cooper separated?”


    “They divorced about a month ago,” The driver reported. He knew the woman had been upied


    recently, so she might not be up-to-date with thetest happenings in Jadeborough.


    He continued, “Genevieve was meeting a man secretly in the hotel when Cooper caught her in the act.


    Cooper forced her to give up everything, including herpany, during the divorce. Genevieve’s


    grandma passed away around the same time too.”


    “Is that so?” The woman’s eyes turned frostier as she seemingly recalled something from her


    memories.


    “There’s something else you need to know.” The driver observed the woman through the rearview


    mirror. “The man Genevieve met secretly was Mr. Armand.”


    “Oh?” The woman’s eyes flickered. “What happened?”


    “Old Mrs. Faulkner tried to set up Mr. Armand, but he found out about it, so he requested to switch the


    room.” The driver’s expression changed. “Mr. Armand seems to have taken a liking to Genevieve. They


    registered their marriage at the Jadeborough City Hall recently.”


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    A look of interest appeared on the woman’s face when she heard that. “It looks like it’s going to get


    lively in the house soon.”


    Changing her mind, she continued, “Forget about the hotel. Let’s head home.”


    “Sure.”


    As the car slowly moved away from the buzzing restaurant, the woman took another look at the crowd.


    She retracted her gaze before remarking, “I need you to do something for me.”


    After the ck Maserati left the scene, a Mercedes-Benz stopped where the vehicle had parked earlier.


    A middle-aged man in a suit descended from it with a bunch of rare, ck roses in his hand. He


    headed straight for the crowd.


    “Wow! These ck roses are gorgeous!” someone shouted in the crowd.


    Everyone diverted their attention to the middle-aged man immediately.


    Themotion caught Genevieve’s attention too.


    She thought someone had ordered these roses in preparation for a proposal, so Genevieve made way


    for the man to walk past as he slowly walked in her direction.


    Little did she expect the man to stop before her with a respectful bow. He presented the ck roses


    and a ck velvet box to her as he said politely, “Ms. Rachford, these flowers and gifts are from our


    boss.”


    Genevieve was taken aback. She asked, “Who is your boss?”


    The middle-aged man smiled while he remained in the stance of a bow. “Ms. Rachford, please ept


    these gifts so I can finish my task.”


    Genevieve remained silent as she tried to suss out the boss mentioned by the man before her.


    Meanwhile, Patrick epted the gift on behalf of her. Then, he opened the ck velvet box. There was


    a vast, brilliant pink diamond ring inside.