Chapter 838
Chapter 838 I Am Keeping Up
Herbert turned and looked at Yuvan with a frown, and thetter swiftly hid the strand of hair in his pocket.
“Did you just pull my hair?”
“No,” Yuvan replied cluelessly, raising his hand with a half-peeled orange. “Why would I do that? That''s so random.”
The general scratched his head in confusion. Was it some insect?
Suddenly, a loud gasp came from Genevieve''s side when she saw her fishing line dragged low by a massive weight. It seemed like a giant fish
had just bitten the bait.
Thrilled, Genevieve struck the fish confidently in a backward movement but knocked into a passerby who happened to cross from behind.
The rod in her hand slipped, and it would have dropped into the water if the stranger had not caught it in time.
With his big and boney hand, the man held on to the rod and reeled in the fish effortlessly, cing the fish on the ground.
Herbert, who was walking over, was impressed upon seeing the fish twitching on the grass. “Wow! That''s a big one!” he eximed.
Yuvan quickly unhooked the fish and threw it into a basket.
Meanwhile, Genevieve rubbed her sore wrist and spoke apologetically to the man who helped her. “I''m sorry. I almost fell on you just now.”
“It''s okay,” he answered in his appealingly husky and rich voice as he took a piece of tissue to wipe his hand.
Genevieve took a closer look at that man. He was over six feet tall, and his light gray cks and a regr cotton t-shirt formed an elegant set,
but Genevieve could smell a scent of blood oozing from him.
The other person with this scent is Jack.
Genevieve stole another look at him. Although she could not see the pair of eyes behind the sunsses, she could still deduce that he was of
mixed racial descent judging from his chiseled facial features and ck hair.
Sensing her gaze, the man looked down, and Genevieve''s exquisite face reflected in his sunsses.
“Do you want to get to know me, miss?” he asked.
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Genevieve''s lips twitched at the question. He''s such a narcissist. She shook her head, saying, “No. I just wanted to thank you. The fish
would''ve swum away if it weren''t for you.”
The man sighed in disappointment. “I see. I thought you found me charming...”
His reply trailed into a short pause before he continued, “You''re wee. I''m d to be of help.” With that said, he shed her a smile and
left. Behind him, another man in a suit quickly followed after.
Genevieve watched them for a bit before retracting her gaze to continue fishing.
She managed to catch a few more fish that day, albeit smaller than the one she caught earlier. By four o''clock, she had already filled the two
empty baskets with fish.
Genevieve intended to make fish chowder herself, but she decided to let the cook do it instead since she was a terrible cook.
Herbert had a great appetite that evening. He had two bowls of fish chowder and one and a half tes of pasta during dinner. If Yuvan had not
stopped him, the old man would have had another te of pasta.
After dinner, Genevieve pulled Yuvan over to the pantry and asked, “So, what do you think? This is just the first day I''m with you guys, and
your grandpa is already this happy.”
“I can tell you''re good with elders, Ms. Rachford,” Yuvanplimented with a smile as he turned on his phone and passed it to Genevieve.
“Don''t worry. I''m keeping up on my side, too.”
ncing at his phone, Genevieve reminded him, “Remember to make an audio recording.”
Genevieve knew Timothy used to be a womanizer, but she still felt something off about him bringing Mindy, a woman he had just met at the
club, to a hotel.
Her sixth sense told her that Timothy had walked right into a trap upon entering the club.
If Mindy were in it for his money, she could have asked Timothy for some hush money with the photos she took.
However, to Genevieve, Mindy was too smart to do something that dumb. There''s no way Mindy thinks she can get Timothy just by
publicizing their photos of intimacy.