My Flirtacious Husband

Chapter 48 Genevieve Will Lose This Bet

“So what if she is? Is it against the law?” Patrick replied huffily.

“Genevieve was the one who suggested that we make a bet.” Queenie folded her arms across her

chest and glared coldly at Genevieve, who had remained silent all this while. “I just changed the terms

a little. If she doesn’t agree to it, then it proves that she was trying to trick me earlier!”

“Y-You…” Patrick stammered with a frown, too angry to form a coherent sentence.

His temper immediately flared. He was about to cuss Queenie out when Genevieve suddenly spoke up.

“No, your terms have made it fair for us both. But I don’t think that it’s interesting enough. How about

this? Whoever loses will not only have to dance in front of the restaurant in a bikini, but also get

someone to film the entire thing and post the video on Twitter and keep it up for one week.”

“All right! We have a deal!” Seeing that Genevieve had dug a grave for herself and even willingly

jumped into it, Queenie celebrated silently.

Queenie changed the terms of the bets to trick Genevieve as she knew there was no way she could

place first.

However, she did not expect that Genevieve would be so easily duped.

I already know that Genevieve didn’t do well on the written test. Even if she were to obtain a high score

on the interpretation test later, she can’t obtain the first place with her combined results. Moreover, my

uncle is one of the interviewers for the interpretation test. Just one word from me, and Genevieve won’t

be able to obtain high marks! She’s going to lose this bet!

Feeling confident about the trump card she had, Queenie swept her eyes over Genevieve arrogantly

before she walked away. “Good luck, Genevieve!”

With that, she left the cafeteria in high spirits, her hips swaying.

“Ms. Lane, don’t sway your hips too much since they’re so wide. If you injure them and get admitted

into a hospital, you won’t be able to take part in the examination later on. That would be a huge

shame!” Patrick called out to her.

Queenie nearly fell over in anger. She turned and glared at Patrick, rage burning in her eyes. How I

wish I could tear him apart!

Patrick flashed her a wide grin in response.

When Patrick and Genevieve returned to their seats, the former gazed at Genevieve eagerly and said,

“How was my performance, Genev? Do you think I can win the best actor award?”

“You did very well.” Genevieve cocked an eyebrow at him. “But how did you know that I was trying to

agitate her?”

Patrick shoved a piece of beef in his mouth and talked with his mouth full, “Well, I don’t believe you’re

dumb enough to let yourself be put down by Queenie. That’s how I realized you were trying to set a

trap for her.”

Genevieve smiled upon hearing that.

She had proactively suggested making a bet with Queenie to agitate the latter into changing the rules,

making the latter think that she had dug her own grave.

If Patrick had not added fuel to the flames, Queenie probably needed more prodding to fall into the

trap.

Genevieve was over the moon. “I’ll treat you to supper for the entire month! I’ll also buy you anything

you want.”

Patrick immediately looked at her, his eyes sparkling. “Will you buy me a helicopter?”

The smile on Genevieve’s face instantly disappeared. Pretending like she did not hear what he just

said, she lowered her head and stuffed her face with food. “This spaghetti is delicious…”

“You’re being stingy, Genev!” Patrick pointed at the window and complained, “Look! All the buildings in

the vicinity belong to your husband. He amassed his wealth from the hard-earned money of laborers,

and you even have a credit card with no spending limit! How could you refuse to buy me a helicopter?”

Genevieve was rendered speechless.

“Other CEOs would fall over themselves to send the entire team of chefs to cook for their precious

wives. And what about Armand? We have to make do with eating lunch in a cafeteria…”

The corners of Genevieve’s lips twitched.

If they were not in public, she would have shoved the cup of coffee into Patrick’s mouth to shut him up.

As he continued to rattle on, a young man dressed in a smart uniform entered the cafeteria with a red

delivery bag on his back. When he spotted Genevieve and Patrick, he approached them.

“Ms. Rachford?”

Before Genevieve could respond, Patrick noticed the uniform the young man was wearing and could

not help but exclaim in awe, “Golden Restaurant? The Golden Restaurant that one can’t even get a

reservation at even if you try to book a table three days in advance? Genev, you ordered lunch for me?

Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

As he spoke, he helped the man take out all of the dishes from the delivery box and placed them on the

table.

When he realized that they were all Golden Restaurant’s signature dishes, he eagerly tore the cover

open and wolfed the food down ravenously as if he had been starved for days.

Genevieve was not so scatterbrained to the point where she could not remember ordering lunch, much

less lunch from Golden Restaurant.

The delivery man had delivered the food directly to the cafeteria in Central Group and did not appear to

have encountered obstacles on his way in. Thus, she instantly understood what was going on. “Thank

you.”

“You’re most welcome.”

After the delivery man left, Genevieve pretended to casually sweep her gaze across the cafeteria.

Then, she spotted Armand and two executives of Central Group having lunch together near the

window.

The bright sunlight shone upon Armand’s face, making his usual cold features seem much gentler.

Genevieve hastily averted her eyes and tucked into the food from Golden Restaurant. She could feel

ripples going through her peaceful heart, along with a hint of warmth.