Chapter 230


    Genevieve’s red lips curled up, and she let out a chuckle when she heard that. “Marilyn’s a world-


    renowned violinist, so this instrument must be of considerable value to her. I thought you might have to


    spend at least half an hour in negotiation.”


    “She was afraid that Armand might find out about this.” While Cooper spoke, he observed for any


    change in Genevieve’s expression. “Seems like she really cares about Armand.”


    Genevieve beamed even more brightly. “Yeah, it’s not hard to tell.”


    As Cooper grew up with Genevieve, it only took one facial reading for him to decipher what was on her


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    mind.


    Once he had his doubts addressed, his mood became markedly improved.


    Pulling open the car door, he said in a low voice, “There’s someone you’ll want to meet, Genev. Let me


    take you there.”


    “Sure.” Clutching the violin, Genevieve got in.


    She has no idea who she is to meet, and she didn’t even ask. She seemsfortable enough about


    leaving it to me to arrange things.


    Cooper’s heart warmed up a little inside.


    So long as Genevieve was able to continue to trust in him like that, he would give anything to have their


    rtionship revert to the way it had been before everything went so horribly wrong for the Rachford


    family.


    Fifteen minutester, Cooper’s Bentley came up to the rear entrance of a club.


    After he brought Genevieve inside, they were ushered to one of the private rooms on the second floor.


    It was a karaoke room that was warmly lit, and inside was a middle-aged man in his forties. The man


    was bound to a chair with his mouth sealed with tape, and the right side of his face looked a little


    swollen.


    The man strained his eyes to look when he heard the door open, and his pupils shrunk at the sight of


    Cooper making his way in alongside Genevieve.


    Cooper pointed to that man in the chair and said to Genevieve, “This chap here is Cormack Oswald,


    Samantha’s driver. He was the one who located Maria’s family in Feston and also the one responsible


    for coercing her to act against you. My boys caught him justst night.”


    “You have to know that this is Samantha’s guy.” Genevieve cast a sidelong nce at him. “Aren’t you


    afraid that she mighte after you?”


    That elicited augh from a solemn Cooper. “Over the past twenty years, Samantha had been using


    me like a pawn. She and I have unfinished business for turning me against the Rachford family!


    Besides, there are many in the Faulkner family, and not all of them are on the best of terms with her. So


    right now, she is the one who ought to be afraid of me.”


    He then turned to Genevieve and went on, “This man was the one who instigated Maria against you,


    Genev. What do you want to do with him?”


    Genevieve lowered her head briefly in contemtion. “Didn’t he enjoy breaking other people’s bones?


    Get someone to crush his limbs and feed him whatever it was that Maria gave me.”


    The man in the chair struggled desperately upon hearing that. He red at Genevieve as if to warn her


    against messing with someone who worked for Samantha.


    From the look in his eyes, Genevieve more or less got the hint. Chuckling, she arched her head back to


    regard Cooper. “Help me record a video of this. I want to send it to Samantha.”


    Cooper was stunned, but he promptly nodded. “Go on and wait outside. I got this covered.”


    Waving his hand, he beckoned to the waiter on standby outside to take Genevieve to the rooftop


    garden above the club premises, where she would be served refreshments.


    Leaning casually back into her chair, Genevieve only managed to have two sips of the tisane when a


    video attachment from Cooper came in.


    Without even reviewing the multimedia file, she brought up Samantha’s number and straight up


    forwarded it to her.


    A minuteter, Genevieve gave Samantha a call.


    “Genevieve Rachford!” The first thing that came through when the call connected was Samantha’s


    furious hollers. “How dare you mess with my people?”


    “Seeing that your people have the gall to turn my own housekeeper against me, why wouldn’t I?”


    Genevieve’s brows quirked up.


    That demeanor of hers set Samantha in a rightful fit. “Did you really think I don’t know why you married


    Armand? Hmph, do you think I wouldn’t darey a finger on a disgraced heiress like you just because


    you’ve made yourself Mrs. Faulkner now?”


    “Take your best shot.” Genevieve traced a fingertip around the mouth of the ss, and the calmness of


    her eyes belied the daggers that were veiled beneath. “This will be my first andst warning to you,


    Samantha. If you dare to try anything against me again, expect to get it much, much worse than that


    driver of yours did.”