Chapter 1004


    Chapter 1004 Unable To Catch A Break


    Fortunately, it only took a short while before Genevieve''s wound stopped bleeding. Since she did not lose much blood, the three bags of blood


    remained unused. However, her face was as pale as a sheet, and Armand''s heart ached when he saw her looking like that.


    He brought her some warm water so that she could take her medicine, then took her to the ward.


    Genevieve gazed down at her leg wrapped in thick bandages and said to him, “I''ve never really suffered any injuries while growing up. But I


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    After a brief pause, she continued in a confused tone, “Why can''t I seem to catch a break?”


    “You look pale and need to rest,” Armand replied, changing the subject. “Lie down and take a nap. I''ll make you something delicious and


    bring it over tonight.”


    Genevieve shook her head. “My leg hurts. I can''t sleep. I wasn''t looking at my phone while going down the stairs, nor did I miss a step. But


    the steps felt slippery as though there was something on it. That''s why I tumbled down and crashed into the ss.”


    Armand''s gaze darkened, but his tone was gentle as he replied, “Don''t worry. I''ll get to the bottom of it.”


    Genevieve was relieved when she learned she had been ced on leave. She stayed in the ward without fuss.


    Armand stayed with her until four o''clock. After returning to the government building, he checked the stairs immediately but did not find


    anything suspicious.


    However, upon closer inspection, he noticed drops of oil on the steps that seemed to be olive oil.


    Since the faulty piping in the restroom downstairs was getting fixed, those from the lower floors would also use the restroom upstairs. There


    was no way to track down who had spilled olive oil on the stairs.


    As for the pane of ss, he found that it was for the Department of Public Information. There had been some strong gales some time ago,


    causing the ss in one of their office windows to break. They had ced an order for a new pane of ss, and it had only arrived that day.


    After taking the freight elevator to the wrong floor, the workers had left the ss there temporarily, nning to go and find out what floor


    they were supposed to go to before moving it away. None of them had expected such an incident to happen.


    Armand was taken aback by how cunning the perpetrator was toe up with such a n.


    It was clear that the person wanted Genevieve to get hurt.


    Nheless, he did not act rashly. He waited until everyone got off work, then turned off all the surveince cameras inside the building and


    headed to the Department of Public Information. He went through the documents, sticky notes, and water bottles on the desks.


    When he got to the fourth desk, he detected the faint smell of olive oil on a pen on the table.


    He flipped through the documents and nced at the name of the person who sat at that desk.


    Over at the hospital, Genevieve was lyingfortably on her side on the hospital bed, engrossed in a variety show featuring female socialites


    getting into catfights.


    When Armand walked in carrying a food jar, he asked, “Are you hungry?”


    Genevieve threw away the nuts in her hand, then slowly sat up in bed. “I''ve been starving for ages. I ordered fried chicken after you left, but it


    didn''t taste good.”


    Armand''s face clouded over. “How could you eat junk like that? I won''t tolerate it if you do that again.”


    Regardless of whether it was during their first meeting or just that morning, Armand had always been good-natured and soft-spoken toward


    her. However, at that moment, he was angry, and his tone was solemn.


    Somewhat taken aback, she mumbled, “I only took one bite. Look!”


    She quickly picked up the takeout box on the table. Insidey a dry-looking chicken drumstick, and someone had taken a small bite.


    Armand''s expression finally rxed, and he opened the food jar. Inside was some pork bone broth and a serving of stir-fry with celery.


    Genevieve frowned at the sight of the celery. Nheless, she knew he was a good cook and that he could probably turn tree leaves into a


    delicious dish. She picked up her fork and began to eat.


    The broth was especially tasty with no unpleasant smell.


    Armand got up to stack two more pillows behind her and adjust the bed higher so she could lean backfortably.


    As she ate, she asked, “Did you find out anything?”


    “Someone deliberately left the pane of ss in the stairway and spilled olive oil on the stairs,” Armand replied. “The culprit is Cassandra from


    the Department of Public Information. She probably heard from someone that you would be taking over Ms. Briggs'' position and was


    unhappy about it.”


    Cassandra and Genevieve were around the same age, and the former had worked in the Department of Public Information for a long time. It


    was unsurprising that she felt upset over having her chance at a promotion snatched away by someone who had just joined thepany not


    too long ago.