NovelEnglishChapter 481 I Overestimated Myself Genevieve arrived at Regality Gardens, simmering with anger.
Rosa was in her room. When she heard the commotion, she came out to the living room to see
Genevieve sulking. “Ms. Rachford, would you like something to eat?” “No, thanks. You can go to bed
now,” Genevieve responded coolly. She hung her coat and bag on the rack before entering the pantry.
Hearing that, Rosa went back to her room quietly. Genevieve got herself a glass of ice water. She had
just drank a few sips when her phone beeped. It was an email notification. An unknown sender had just
sent her an email. She clicked into the email and saw a video. Despite the dim lighting, she saw Sylvie
and Armand who seemed to be in a hotel room. “Mando, let me get you some water,” Sylvie offered.
Armand hugged her from her back tightly and said in a low voice, “Don’t leave me.” In response, Sylvie
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtflung her arms around him and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. The last shred of sanity holding
Genevieve together faded into thin air after she finished watching the video. She smashed the glass on
the tabletop. The glass broke into pieces upon impact, and the broken pieces cut into her skin. Blood
trickled down her wrist. Alas, Genevieve paid no heed to her injury and stared at her phone screen,
which had dimmed. That night, she had rushed to the hotel and saw Sylvie opening the door. Thus, she
was sure that they had done something inside the room. Watching this video was pure torture for her. If
they are together, then what about my return to the country and my recent efforts? Looks like I’ve
overestimated myself. Genevieve stood in the pantry for some time until she managed to calm down.
She then grabbed her phone and sent a text to Armand. Genevieve: This is the last time. If I come to
you again, feel free to call me a pig! After sending the text, she deleted all his contacts and stalked into
her bedroom. The sight of the pillow on her bed made her fume silently. She ended up stuffing it into
the depths of her closet before marching off to the bathroom. Genevieve meant what she said. She
didn’t go to Armand and threw herself into work.
Johanna didn’t disappoint her. After starting work at the production company, Johanna had arranged
new stylists for a few important celebrities so they could get styles that suited them better. When she
was free, she would alter the celebrities’ outfits for normal events or gowns for red carpet events. One
black swan evening gown that she had altered for a female celebrity had allowed the latter to outshine
the rest in an event. The company didn’t need to publish anything, for the gown alone had created an
uproar online. The netizens got to know that Genevieve Orsi Productions had hired a new fashion
director that was extremely talented. As a result, the company managed to attract everyone’s attention.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOne morning, Timothy was dropping off Johanna at the company when they ran into Genevieve.
“Genev!” Johanna scurried toward her. Timothy was still around. At the sight of his wife running away,
he yelled, “Darling, slow down! Remember to take a break every thirty minutes. Be careful when you go
to the restroom…” Johanna scowled unhappily. She pretended not to hear him and followed Genevieve
into the building. Inside the elevator, they swiped their card to get to their floor. Johanna uttered, “I
heard that Gustav, who often wins the Oscars, is preparing to film a new movie. He has decided on the
male lead, but other roles are still up for grabs.
Sylvie hasn’t won any international awards, so she is most probably vying to get the role for herself.”
Genevieve responded calmly, “She’s riding on someone’s coattails, right? He will get her anything she
wants even if she demands the stars.” “I wonder if she told Armand about this.” Johanna shrugged. “If
she did, I think she’ll get the role, seeing how influential Armand is.” “The day before yesterday, Sylvie’s
manager accompanied her to the audition in Baykeep. The director didn’t accept her.” “What does that
have to do with me?” Genevieve’s expression was frosty. “If you want to talk about her and Armand, I
refuse to listen to that.”
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