Chapter 1033


    Chapter 1033 Missing A Groom


    “As expected of a businessman''s daughter. You''ve got quite the silver tongue.” Eurydice smiled and took the card.


    “Ms. Gaudette, I could say the same for you. You''re exactly what I imagine a daughter of a high-ranking official would be.” Genevieve had


    won the previous round, and after rearranging her cards, she threw one out. “You''re well-versed in diplomatic speech with how your words


    always beat around the bush.”


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    Eurydice had a more ssical look—softly arched brows and an oval-shaped face that exuded gentleness.


    Still, Genevieve''s words did not infuriate the other, for a small smile remained on Eurydice''s face. “Ms. Rachford, can I ask something


    personal?”


    “Go ahead,” Genevieve answered.


    After studying Genevieve''s face for a while, Eurydice asked, “Which part of you do you think made Mr. Faulkner fall for you? Was it your


    looks, or was it your conversational skills?”


    “I don''t know.” Genevieve shrugged. “But I know he certainly isn''t interested in you.”


    As Genevieve watched Eurydice''s smile stiffen, she threw another card out. “Even friends won''t pay back the money for a gift right away. You


    spent time to get someone to buy desserts for my boyfriend, but he paid you back for it on the spot. He''s drawing such a clear line between


    you and him that I doubt he even thinks of you as a friend.”


    Then, Genevieve added, “The dessert was not bad. Each and every piece of it was fed to me by my boyfriend.”


    Without much expression, Eurydice pushed away the cards in front of her. She had won Genevieve in the card game, but she had lost


    miserably in their battle of words.


    For that meal, Genevieve had dragged Armand to the mall to buy heels earlier that day.


    Hence, she was not used to the new heels. When she found her foot hurting from the tightness of the shoes, she hunched over to take them off


    while the cards were being shuffled.


    Eurydice nced at her and said, “Ms. Rachford, don''t force yourself to wear heels if they''re not a match for your feet. Otherwise, you''ll only


    suffer, and eventually, those ufortable heels will be tossed aside.”


    Genevieve knew, without a doubt, Eurydice was talking about Genevieve''s rtionship with Armand using the heels as an example.


    Armand was in the political world, and Genevieve''s family was in the corporate world. No matter how rich she was, she would not be able to


    help Armand out, for they came from different worlds.


    “I''m picky, and I never buy heels that don''t fit me.” Genevieve stood up and shed a smile at Eurydice. “New heels have to be worn a few


    days or for a distance before they befortable.”


    Eurydice snorted softly and said nothing else.


    However, her silence irked Genevieve. “It''s alreadyte. I guess the men downstairs are done with their conversation. Ms. Gaudette, why don''t


    we y a game before we wrap this up?”


    Eurydice stared at her and asked in her usual serene voice, “What game?”


    “I''ve taken a liking to the bracelet around your wrist.” Genevieve pointed at Eurydice''s left wrist, where a moonstone bracelet was sitting. It


    was obvious from its color that it was an item of high quality.


    Eurydice nced at her wrist. She was a smart woman, and she knew that Genevieve asking for the bracelet was only an excuse. What


    Genevieve truly wanted to do was to embarrass her in a round of poker.


    That bracelet was given to Eurydice by her great-grandmother, and it was a family heirloom.


    Furthermore, during their card game earlier, Eurydice had figured out how well Genevieve could y in no time. She did not even need to go


    all out.


    Still, Eurydice was not in a hurry to reply to Genevieve about that. “What will you offer then, Ms. Rachford?”


    Genevieve cupped her cheek and wondered for a while. Then, she unlocked her phone and showed the screen to Eurydice. “I have a cor,


    and it''s worth more than your bracelet. Ms. Gaudette, what do you think of it?”


    Eurydice lowered her gaze to nce at Genevieve''s phone. “I prefer weddings in the style of the west.”


    Genevieve hummed in response before retracting her arm. “Ms. Gaudette, are you telling me that you''d like a western-styled wedding, but


    you''re missing a groom?”