Chapter 458 A Handful


    Genevieve told Shirley that moderation was key tomastering the violin and warned that she


    would not be able to lift the violin bow the following day if she did not set the violin aside for the


    night.


    It was only then that Shirley set the violin down reluctantly. She took her father''s hand, and they


    descended the stairs together.


    Genevieve turned down Jan''s invitation to dine with them. Instead of forcing the matter, he walked her


    out the door while thanking her profusely.


    “Thank you so much, Ms. Rachford. I was right in my decision to hire you. Such a major change has


    days since the housekeeper touched the dolls in her room. You can''t imagine how happy I was to hear


    her greet me today.”


    “I understand,” Genevieve said. “I have children myself. I will be attending a pitch meeting for a film in


    Lightspring this Thursday, so I probably won''t be able toe over.”


    “You go about your business first,” Jan said at once. “Let me know if I can do anything to help.”


    The pair stood outside the fence as they chatted.


    Jan was all smiles. He even opened the car door for Genevieve.


    None of them noticed the figure in the sedan parked across at the junction. Using the seat to block


    themselves from view, the person used a video camera in their hands to have a clear view of the pair


    standing outside the mansion.


    On Thursday morning, Genevieve headed to the airport first thing.


    It was about nine at night in Dartan at that moment. Genevieve headed to the VIP lounge after


    checking in and found a seat next to the window to video call the children.


    Amanda began crying when the call connected. Sheined that her brother had yed a mean


    prank on her by adding chili water to her orange juice.


    Lucian did not appear, only his cool voice could be heard. “You started this by putting a bouquet of lilies


    under my quilt this morning.”


    Lucian was allergic to pollen.


    “You were the one who stepped on the train I made out of wooden blocks yesterday, Lucian!” Amanda


    seethed. “I deserve an apology!”


    “Your wooden blocks made me fall. If an apology is due, you owe me one first.”


    Unable to say a word against her brother, Amanda wept with rage. “You see, Mommy? All Lucian does


    is bully me! Why didn''t you give birth to me first? All would be well if I were the elder sister.”


    Lucian scoffed, “You wouldn''t be fit to be my elder sister even if you were born first! You are so short. I


    wouldn''t want that!”


    “You''re not fit to be my elder brother either!”


    As the siblings began to squabble again, Amanda threw the phone aside and hit her brother. “If you pull


    my hair, I''m going to thrash your room!” she yelled amidst tears.


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    Back then, Genevieve could still stop the fight whenever the children got into it. But as their fights grew


    more vicious the older they got, she did not dare intervene like she used to.


    She felt an awful headacheing as her children quarreled.


    I wasn''t as naughty as this when I was young. Armand, too, was mature for his age. Why are our


    children such a handful?


    Genevieve bid the children good night and hung up when she was due to board the ne.


    The stewardess led Genevieve up the ne into the first-ss cabin and took the initiative to help her


    stow her things up in the overhead bin.


    Upon sitting down, Genevieve spotted a silhouette out of the corner of her eye on the left side of the


    walkway.


    Vaguely, she detected the smell of sandalwoodced with a whiff of danger.


    Genevieve looked over when the stewardess left and saw that the person was wearing a white shirt


    with ck trousers.


    Even upon boarding the ne, he was still engaged in a conversation about work on the phone.


    Genevieve smiled upon recognizing him. Who else could it be but my man with such good taste?


    She waited for him to finish his conversation before gazing at him with her elbow on the armrest and


    her chin in her hand. “Why didn''t you take your private jet, Mr. Faulkner?” she asked with interest.


    Armand narrowed his eyes when he turned to look at Genevieve. “Why would you be interested in


    where I''m going and what ne I''m boarding, Ms. Rachford?”


    Genevieve simply smiled. “Are you heading to Lightspring too, Mr. Faulkner?”


    Armand did not pay her any attention. Instead, he lowered his gaze to his phone as though he still had


    matters to attend to. Genevieve tactfully retracted hers and put on earphones to watch some television


    drama.


    Not long after, the ne went on cruise control.


    The stewardess came to the first-ss cabin and asked if the passengers wanted snacks and drinks.


    Although Armand was dressed simply, his mature aura and his handsomely cold face that made


    asional appearances in the tabloids were recognizable to anybody who watched the news.


    One of the stewardesses approached him and asked in an exceptionally soft voice, “Would you like


    anything, Sir?”