Chapter 421 Should Not Be Asking


    Sylvie, too, had noticed that the bigwigs were staring at her. Her eyes glinted, but she retained


    herposure.


    Having been in the entertainment industry for as long as she did, she was one who had learned how to


    manage her own emotions well.


    Genevieve was feeling a little hot, and her cheeks were flushed from performing on stage for some


    time. Picking up the sk from the revolving tray, she went on to pour herself a ss of water and


    started chatting with Jan beside her.


    Shortly into their conversation, Jan could not help but ask, “Aren''t you going to say hello to Mr.


    Faulkner?”


    Then, he pointed to her right.


    As though she had just noticed his presence, Genevieve said apologetically, “I was busy drinking and


    didn''t notice that you were there.”


    “It''s been a while, Mr. Faulkner.” When she extended her hand, the jasmine bracelet around her wrist


    got dislodged, and she quickly bent down to retrieve it.


    As she did so, a few locks of her raven ck hair brushed against the man''s suit pants.


    Armand was able to feel the mildly ticklish sensation that resulted when her hair swept over the fabric


    thaty atop his thigh.


    Then his leg twitched. It felt as though he had stepped on something.


    Pulling aside the pristine white tablecloth, he reached toward the floor to pick up the bracelet, which he


    then passed along to Genevieve.


    “Thank you.” Genevieve received the floral essory from him and redonned it.


    That bracelet had been personally ced around their wrists by representatives of the charitable


    foundation at the doors. She still needed to keep it on as there would be a group photo-taking session


    afterward.


    “You''re wee.” Armand''s demeanor was passive, and his tone lukewarm with a degree of


    politeness.


    It was as though they were previously unacquainted.


    His words were met with a shrug from Genevieve. She then looked past the man toward Sylvie. “What


    a lovely coincidence that you''re here too, Ms. sen. I saw that you have another movie that is going


    to be released soon.”


    “A real coincidence indeed.” Sylvie nodded, smilingly.


    Over the past four years, Sylvie was able to tap on Armand''s vastworks to produce one film each


    year, all of which were helmed by famous directors, and with each and every production, clinching quite


    a few awards for themselves.


    To date, she had snagged two best actress awards and generated more ie from the movies than


    she could ever hope to spend, so unlike other celebrities, she no longer needed to tire herself out by


    taking on endorsement deals.


    “I''d definitely attend the premiere and show my support if I''m able to,” Genevieve said.


    “Then thank you in advance, Ms. Rachford.” Taking a sip of water, Sylvie then asked, “Did you return


    here on your own?”


    Genevieve leaned back into the chair and smiled subtly. “I should be back here, seeing that this is my


    hometown, after all. Why would I need an entourage following me about? Perhaps you''ve already


    grown ustomed to having your makeup artist and assistant around, being a star and all, but


    personally, I prefer having my own freedom.”


    Sylvie''s expression stiffened for a moment. Then, she smiled faintly and said no more.


    The rest seated at the table were all men who were rtively more klutzy inparison. As such, they


    thought that the twodies were merely chatting, unable to tell that the pair were trading barbs between


    the lines.


    One by one, the dishes were served, and Genevieve continued to engage Sylvie while she ate. “I''ve


    oftene across articles written about you. ording to them, women around Mr. Faulknere


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    and go, but only you have been a constant at his side. Is what they say true? That you''ve been married


    to each other for a while already?”


    Had Armand been absent, Sylvie might be more open to speaking, but given the extenuating


    circumstances, she merely cast a nce his way and held her silence.


    “What''s wrong? Is this a question I shouldn''t be asking?” Genevieve looked at Armand with her brows


    raised.


    Jan, who had called on Genevieve to join them earlier, interjected in good humor, “They''re not. How


    could I not have known if Mr. Faulkner was married?”


    “Not yet?” Genevieve sounded quite surprised. “Then, what about kids?”


    Jan took a peek at Armand. “None... I suppose.”


    In truth, they did not know the answer to that either.


    Even paupers desire to produce their own progeny, so that went without saying for a tycoon like


    Armand, who had a hundred billion worth of assets to his name.


    If he were to have no heir, the massive fortune of the Faulkner family would wind up in the hands of


    others.


    However, Armand was already thirty-seven that year. Never mind children, in spite of Sylvie having


    been by his side for as long as she did, he did not seem to regard her as anything more than a female


    <ppanion or someone he had any intention of marrying.