Chapter 89


    Steven knew what kind of person Timothy was. He could only shrug helplessly. Steven disregarded


    Timothy’s remarks. He went on and reported to Armand, “Mr. Faulkner, I’ve already procured some of


    the recordings from the surveince cameras. They belong to those that are facing the corridor on the


    twelfth floor. I’ve also handed it to the police. But unfortunately, there isn’t enough evidence at the


    moment. Cooper will only get a few days of detention at best.” “A few days of detention is enough.”


    Armand shook off the ashes from his cigarette. His face was cold as ice. “When the timees,


    spread the news to those who’re closely affiliated with Specter Corporation.” Steven acknowledged the


    order. He then continued, “I’ve also checked the surveince cameras at the corners of the banquet


    hall. Queenie from the trantion department was seen pestering Mrs. Faulkner. However, Mrs.


    Faulkner did not touch the champagne that was given to her.” “I’ve asked my men to check on all of


    Queenie’s social ounts. We found that she had enlisted the help of several guys. She must be


    conspiring…” Steven exined. Nevertheless, the rest of it was too unpleasant to be put into words.


    Therefore, Steven summarized it for Armand. “Mrs. Faulkner was really witty. She joined hands


    together with Patrick to deceive Queenie. They tricked her into the room instead. I had someone climb


    over the balcony to check it. There was a simr scent in the room.” “Based on what you’ve just said, it


    seems like she has a good supply of this illegal drug,” Timothy said in azy tone. His long slender


    body was leaning against the back of the sofa. He was a little puzzled. “This kind of illegal drug is very


    hard toe by. There are limited channels to get it. It’s not something money can buy. I’m very


    curious as to how she managed to get her hands on it.” Timothy turned toward Steven. “So, this


    Queenie. Is she from an established family?” “Her uncle is Harold Lane from Central Group’s


    purchasing department. They have a bit of money, but not much on influence,” Steven answered. His


    face turned solemn as he continued, “Someone was helping her in secret.” Armand closed his eyes. He


    was smoking quietly by the window. After the conversation with Timothy and Steven, the cigarette


    between his fingers had also reached its end. “Once Queenie’s awake, I’ll give her a proper


    interrogation. I’m dying to find whoever that’s responsible for this setup. How dare they drag my woman


    into this!” “Wow.” Timothy’s arms were folded in front of his chest. He mocked, “Armand, you were


    despising her just a few hours ago. All of a sudden, she’s your woman now?” Armand tilted his head


    and gave him a cold stare. Timothy stopped fooling around. He yawned before announcing to the rest,


    “It’s been a busy night. I’m feeling tired as well. I’ll go and take a rest. Look for my assistant if there’s


    anything.” Right before entering his room, Timothy stole another nce at Armand. “I assumed that


    seven times a night was just an exaggeration by theizens online. Pfft! Now that I’ve seen it, I have


    to believe it,” he remarked. The corner of Armand’s eye twitched after hearing what he had to say. If


    Timothy had closed his door a secondte, Armand would have dashed over, detached his head, and


    reassembled it. By the time Steven came back with a suit for Armand, it was already some time past


    eight in the morning. Armand was changing into his suit. As he was buttoning his sleeves, he couldn’t


    help but look in the direction of Genevieve’s room. He instructed Steven, “You stay here. I’ll go to the


    office by myself.” Steven nodded. “Certainly.” Genevieve felt like she had a long dream. She dreamt


    about her parents and grandma. They were by her side. All of them were well and alive. Besides them,


    there was also someone which she didn’t expect… When Genevieve regained her senses, she saw


    nothing but pitch ck. She shut her eyes for a bit, trying to adjust to the darkness. Genevieve then


    noticed the switch for the bedsidemp. She reached out her arms to turn it on. Themp illuminated


    its surroundings with a tint of yellow. She realized that she was in someone else’s room. The window


    blinders were pulled shut. That was why it was dim in the room. She felt like she had been asleep for a


    long long time. Genevieve tried to get up from bed but she couldn’t move a muscle. She began to pinch


    her limbs. Once she regained her strength, she got off the bed and made her way to the side of the


    room. Genevieve basked herself in sunlight as she pulled the blinders open. A sense of rity slowly


    set into her fuzzy mind. She only remembered up to the moment when Patrick caught the drug by


    ident. He was about to vite her when Cooper showed up out of nowhere. He smashed Patrick’s


    head with a vase. After that, he dragged her into the guest room on the opposite side. Cooper had her


    arms restrained. He bent his body toward her. “Genevieve, you’re not ready for the likes of Armand.”


    He had persuaded, “You should just stay by my side and be my lover.” Thest bit of her memory was


    Cooper clenching her jaw, getting ready to kiss her. She did a quick look around and found herself in a


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