Chapter 934


    Chapter 934 Lunch Is Delivered


    Armand phoned Steven to have thetter handpick two bodyguards for Genevieve''s protection.


    “Onest thing, Mr. Faulkner...” Before he hung up, Steven told Armand, “I''ve sent the pictures of the traffic ident you were involved in


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    that day to some experts, and they are of the opinion that this ident might have been premeditated. I''ll go have someone look into it.”


    As though he had been reminded of something, Armand scowled and replied ndly, “Just drop that, because you''ll only be wasting your


    time. Nothing is going to turn up.”


    “Are you suspecting...” Steven asked.


    Armand merely went on to issue an instruction, “Let the housekeeper at home and the nanny over at Johanna''s know that they are not to allow


    Harry into the house should he ever visit.”


    Initially, he had considered getting Steven to discard the gifts Harry gave to Amanda, but he thought the better of it when it urred to him


    that the little girl, being very fond of those items she was given, might get upset if he were to suddenly get rid of them.


    Massaging his own forehead, Armand then said, “Check the presents he gave Amanda and Lucian one more time and see whether there is


    anything more to them.”


    “Understood.” Steven ended the call before he proceeded to follow through with the man''s orders.


    Momentster, someone came knocking at the door to inform Armand that his meeting wouldmence at ten. Responding with a hum, he


    went on to wrap up whatever he had on hand before he headed over to the conference room.


    The meetingsted until eleven, after which Armand returned to the office to resume his work.


    Although his posting at the Department of Public Information was a formality for the most part and required him to only hang around for a


    while, he was by no means upying that position for the sake of it. There were many matters that he needed to attend to in order to


    demonstrate to outside observers that he was an active contributor.


    Having already been a CEO previously, Armand was no stranger to frequent work trips overseas and had thus cultivated an awareness of


    international developments considerably keener than most civil servants. As such, he had found the role he was expected to perform now


    almost too easypared to the sort of heavy brainwork he was used to handling. The issue for him was that the tasks he had to deal with


    presently were so voluminous that dealing with them in repetition tended to be quite exhausting.


    Feeling his vision a little blurry, Armand ced his fountain pen down and lifted a hand to lightly massage the bridge of his own nose.


    Just then, there was a knock on his office door.


    “Come in.”


    Shortly after, someone walked in and closed the door behind her. Following that, she approached his desk and ced a food carrier on top of


    it. “Your lunch is delivered, Mr. Faulkner.”


    The workers from several buildings had all headed for lunch at the cafeteria, but he had not asked any of them to help him bring a takeout.


    Finding her voice to be rather familiar, Armand lifted his head to regard the woman standing in front of the desk. She was wearing a light


    green dress suit paired with a ruffle dress that entuated her slender and fair legs.


    Her hat and mask ensemble left only a pair of fetching eyes exposed which she used to wink at the man when she caught him looking back at


    her.


    “Surprise!”


    Armand was pleasantly surprised indeed.


    He pushed the office chair back a little and beckoned toward Genevieve before lifting her onto hisp. “How did you manage to sneak in


    here?”


    “Mind you, I had strolled in very openly,” replied Genevieve with a snort. “An old friend of Granddad''s who also works in the Department of


    Public Information asked for my help with getting two bags of coffee beans as gifts for his guest. It was the elderly gentleman himself who


    brought me in here, and he was also the one who told me where your office is. But you know, I could always leave if you don''t wish to see


    me,” said Genevieve while she regarded him askance.


    “Why would I not want to see you?” Armand brought her hand close to his lips for a kiss. “You should have called so that I could go


    downstairs and get you. That way, I''d be able to introduce my wife to everyone else.”


    “Pass.” Genevieve withdrew her hand. “I''m perfectly happy to get a divorce and take the kids with me!”


    Armand was bbergasted.


    Retrieving the food from the lunchbox, Genevieve took the opportunity to test her husband. “Guess which one of these dishes I made? Get it


    right, and I may reward you with a kiss.”


    “Then I''d absolutely have to take a proper look at them.” After Armand surveyed the dishes one by one, he pointed toward that te of stuffed


    pork loin on a whim.


    “Wrong.” Genevieve pretended to be upset. “You can''t even figure out which one is the dish prepared by your own wife. What does that


    prove? It proves you haven''t been paying regr attention to me and don''t love me enough.”


    Armand''s brows perked up. “How could it be possible that I don''t shower you with enough attention? Didn''t I spend like half the day


    massaging your hips yesterday?”


    “You pervert!” Genevieve red at him. “We''re talking about food here, you scoundrel!”


    Armand let out a chuckle, then caressed her cheeks.