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Chapter 720
Genevieve threw the broken pieces onto the table and took a tissue to wipe the blood off her finger.
“Jack told me once that Helt Corporation is corrupted from top to bottom. The departments inside the
company itself are complicated for they are all headed by members of the same family. Your father had
always let all of that slide. If it weren't for him working together with others to attack Helt Corporation
and became the official person in charge of the corporation, moreover wiping it clean of those...” she
trailed off. “With your father's incompetence, not just the company, the entire Helt family might have
fallen along with him.”
A mocking smile crept up Lilian's face as she listened to Genevieve's words. “I thought that it was
because I was dumb that I made things so much easier for Jack. Now it seems that you are just like
me. I've seen firsthand how quickly he acquired Helt Corporation. I've also realized how cunning of a
man he was.”
As she spoke, she fished out a document that was hidden behind the couch and gave it to Genevieve.
“Whatever Jack wants, whatever Jack gets. If he can't get it, he would rather destroy it himself. Even if
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Genevieve flipped open the documents and read through them multiple times. On the two pieces of
paper wrote Curb, emotion.
It was something that could suppress one's emotions and even erase the burning passion within one's
heart. If one ever came to the point where they would rather lose everything for love, the drug would
also take away their life just as ruthlessly.
At first, Genevieve could not really understand the document, however, when she compared it with
Methamphetamine, she instantly understood.
Ice could kill one silently as they were in excitement. Curb.emotion could do the same.
Genevieve thought back to when she told Johanna that she did not love Armand. Johanna had a look
of shock on her face when she heard the former. “Didn't you leave Jack and be burdened with so much
just because of Mr. Faulkner? There's no way you don't love him.”
She was right. There was no way Genevieve did not love Armand.
She could not remember the reason why she fell in love with Armand. When she thought about the
memories that they had together, Genevieve felt as though she did not love him that deeply. Her heart
was calm whenever she was near him.
Now she realized that it was because she had been injected with Curb.emotion. It was a drug that
suppressed her love for him.
With her fingers tightly gripping the document, she stared at the lengthy combination of alphabets as
she recalled the moments when she interacted with Bruce. There were many times when his actions
resembled Armand's.
On New Year's Day, she had run down the stairs to hug him, but his face had turned pale, and he
seemed to be in a state of shock.
He was Armand.
He wasn't dead, but he had used another way to appear by her side, to make her fall in love with him
again.
He knew.
Tears started to form in Genevieve's eyes as she recalled the memories from ages ago. She
remembered him cooking in the kitchen. She remembered how they danced together in the living room.
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She remembered the time when they went to the skating rink together.
His eyes had always been filled with love and affection along with a strong desire to kiss her.
Such beautiful memories came as poison to Genevieve, causing her heart to start aching painfully. It
started to beat uncontrollably.
When Lilian noticed Genevieve clutching her heart with a look of pain on her face, she quickly snatched
a cup of coffee and smashed it down on Genevieve's head. She then rushed over to the bar to grab a
bottle of whiskey before bringing it to Genevieve's lips and forcing her to drink it.
The burn of the booze made Genevieve feel as though her body was burning up. Even so, the pain in
her heart seemed to subside a lot.
Genevieve harshly pushed Lilian away. She bent over and started coughing violently.
Her head had not been split open by the cup, but it was still throbbing painfully. Her hair smelt like
coffee while her clothes were drenched with the stench of whiskey. She looked absolutely wretched.
Genevieve grabbed a tissue to wipe the remaining alcohol off her face. “Even if I didn't die from the
pain, I would have been choked to death from the alcohol.”
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