Chapter 270


    As soon as Genevieve said that, the crowd went into an uproar.


    “I heard that you were once an employee of Central Group in the trantion department, Ms.


    Genevieve. Now that you’re bing the CEO, do you have any management experience?”


    “You’re Mr. Armand’s wife, but thepany isn’t his alone.”


    In the face of the journalists’ ridicule, Genevieve merely smiled nonchntly. “It’s precisely because the


    and if I fail to contribute to thepany within two months, I’ll voluntarily resign.”


    At her solemn vow, the journalists gradually stopped doubting her.


    In no time, however, a journalist queried, “When did you marry Mr. Armand, Ms. Genevieve? Can we


    have a look at the marriage certificate?”


    “Of course.”


    Taking the marriage certificate handed over by Steven, Genevieve opened it and showed it to the


    journalists below the stage.


    The journalists snapped away at the marriage certificate in her hands.


    Someone caught sight of the date on the marriage certificate and immediately questioned sharply, “Ms.


    Genevieve, do you remember that you once published a post that resembled a confession of love on


    Twitter? Later, you said that the song was dedicated to your ex-husband, Mr. Cooper. You were newly


    married to Mr. Armand then, but you published a post to confess your love to Mr. Cooper. What did you


    mean by that?”


    Genevieve hadn’t expected the journalist to notice that, and her eyes flickered for a moment.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    At that time, she didn’t want to delete her post on Twitter and wanted to retaliate against Armand, so


    she deliberately wrote such a thing, indirectly helping to boost Specter Corporation’s share prices.


    Little had she expected that her action back then would bring her trouble at present.


    Upon seeing that she wasn’t answering, the journalist was all the more excited. “Were you openly


    having an affair?” he pressed.


    All the journalists’ cameras were directed at Genevieve’s face, not missing the slightest change in her


    expression.


    Soon, Genevieve lifted her head and shed a smile at the cameras. “As you know, I grew up with Mr.


    Cooper. We have known each other for more than twenty years, so he’s my brother and family. I took


    that phrase from a collection of prose and poetry online. It alludes to kinship.”


    The instant her words fell, a journalist below the stage swiftly went online and googled the two


    sentences she posted on Twitter back then.


    Sure enough, he found them, and it was indeed true that they alluded to kinship.


    When the journalist no longer pushed her for answers, Genevieve knew that she had gotten herself out


    of the mess. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.


    “Are there any other questions?” she inquired.


    One of the journalists lifted his hand. “I have a question. When the most popr hostess of Ambrosia,


    a club that was once renowned in Xedells, epted our interview, she revealed that Armand is her


    son. From the child of a noble family, he became the child of a hostess. What do you think about this?”


    Then, he asked, “Will the others in the Faulkner family still ept him managing the family when he


    has no blood ties with them?”


    “Why should I have any opinion about it? Does his poor background negate everything he did?”


    Genevieve asked him in return.


    Next, she asserted, “Since my husband took over Faulkner Group, its sales have been increased every


    quarter, and Faulkner Group shines brighter every year. All he did for Faulkner Group is something


    none of the leaders in thepany could attain. Even if he isn’t a child of the Faulkner family, he’s


    worthy of the Faulkner family.”


    Looking straight into the camera, she enunciated, “No matter life’s ups and downs, I’ll face it together


    with my husband, Armand. Regardless of his family background, I ept him wholeheartedly.


    Throughout this time, I’ll help him keep guard of Central Group and wait for him to regain


    consciousness.”


    That speech of hers had the journalists’ eyes filling with tears, and some even wiped a tear from the


    corner of their eyes with a finger.


    Indeed, it didn’t matter even if Armand was the child of a hostess.


    If it weren’t for him, Faulkner Group wouldn’t be enjoying such glory then.


    And if it weren’t for him, there would be no Central Group.


    Verily, no one could negate his contributions to Faulkner Group.