Chapter 77


    “Is that true? If Mr. Faulkner is married, why doesn’t he wear a ring?” one of them asked. Upon hearing


    that, Genevieve froze for a moment and nced toward the ring on her hand instinctively. She then


    continued her action of making coffee while listening to the gossip. “I think it’s fake,” the third colleague


    chimed in. “I heard from a friend before that Mr. Faulkner has a first love who has known him for years.


    However, they suddenly broke up before their engagement. After that, his first love married another


    man. So, Mr. Faulkner has decided not to get married for the rest of his life for her.” “If that’s the case,


    Mr. Faulkner is pitiful. He has got both power and wealth, but he can’t marry the woman he loves.” “I


    think so too.” One of them nodded in agreement. Those female colleagues gossiped about a lot of


    things, however, only the words “first love” kept lingering in Genevieve’s ears. Armand never told me


    that he had a first love. For no reason, she thought of the woman who picked up her phone call on that


    Saturday night. That woman has a gentle voice. Is that woman Armand’s first love? Then why… Right


    then, Genevieve heard one of the female colleagues exim in shock. “What? Genevieve, you’re


    married?” When Genevieve snapped back to her senses, she saw that those female colleagues were


    looking at her, and the inquisitive look in their eyes was obvious. Genevieve guessed that they knew


    what had happened to her before. Lifting her hand, she looked at the ring and said with a smile, “Yes, I


    just got married.” For the past two days, Genevieve had been racking her brain to think of ways to


    remove her ring. However, she couldn’t. Thinking of that, Genevieve couldn’t help but heave a sigh


    inwardly. “Congrattions! Your ring looks pretty. It must be expensive,” said one of them. “It was


    bought on Amazon, and it’s just around two hundred.” As Genevieve knew what her colleague wanted


    to hear from her, she stretched out her hand to show them the ring and said, “My husband is just an


    ordinary person.” Although the pearl on her ring was valuable, Genevieve believed that her colleagues


    couldn’t tell that as they seldom saw such a valuable pearl. Seeing that they had lost interest in her ring


    and continued to gossip, Genevieve shed them a smile before leaving and said, “Please carry on. I’ll


    leave first.” Just as Genevieve walked out of the pantry, she vaguely heard the conversation in the


    pantry. “What’s the point of being born into a rich family? In the end, she still married an ordinary man,”


    one of the voices sneered. “Her husband’s so poor. I can’t believe he can’t even afford to buy a


    diamond ring,” another person added. “With her scandal, no man will be willing to marry her.” Their


    words were getting more and more vicious. Before this, if Genevieve heard anyone defaming her, she


    would surely p that person on her face. However, now, she had figured it out. People who liked to


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    gossip could be found everywhere. If their words couldn’t hurt her, then she shouldn’t be infuriated by


    them. Hence, she could not care less about their words. Genevieve then shrugged and walked toward


    her cubicle. However, she didn’t notice that there was a young woman at the corner outside of the


    pantry. That woman had heard their conservation earlier in the pantry. Her eyes stared at Genevieve,


    who was walking away, as hatred gradually surged within her. Soon, it was half-past seven in the


    evening. Genevieve and Patrick arrived at Lovely Heart Hotel. Patrick parked the car in the


    underground parking lot and got off the car with Genevieve. As they were walking to the elevator, he


    noticed that Genevieve looked troubled, so he asked worriedly, “You looked perturbed when you came


    back in the evening as well. What’s wrong?” “I’m tired after working.” Genevieve quickly came up with a


    random excuse and walked into the elevator with him. Actually, Genevieve was in a bad mood as the


    gossip she heard in the pantry kept shing across her mind for the whole evening until then. As the


    elevator slowly ascended, Genevieve pursed her lips and finally asked after struggling hard, “Patrick,


    do you know-” Before she could finish her words, the elevator suddenly stopped on the ground floor. As


    Genevieve lifted her head, she was surprised to see a few men in formal suits standing outside the


    elevator while chatting. The man who stood nearer to the door of the elevator was wearing a gray suit.


    His white shirt was buttoned up to his neck, giving off an air of aloofness. His demeanor was cold and


    indifferent. It was Armand. Although Armand was just standing there, and his voice was gentle, he


    emitted a strong and imposing aura. As the elevator door opened, another person who was standing


    beside Armand gestured for him to enter the elevator. “Mr. Faulkner, you first.” As Armand entered the


    elevator, he shot an indifferent nce at Genevieve and stood on one side of the elevator. Since they


    bumped into each other, Genevieve couldn’t pretend that she didn’t know him. “Good evening, Mr.


    Faulkner,” she greeted. The few men who stood beside him seemed to all be the senior executives of


    thepany. Hearing her voice, Armand only grunted a reply of acknowledgment indifferently. When


    everyone else had entered the elevator, Genevieve, who was standing behind the others, secretly lifted


    her head and nced at Armand. She then quickly lowered her gaze. When Armand answered her,


    she could feel that his tone was aloof. It seemed like he was ignoring her.