My Flirty Husband Is a Bully by Adam Ella Chapter 150

Chapter 150 Give It A Try
The people in the group began to respond one after another.
Someone texted: Tsk! How are you so behind on gossip? Everyone has already seen him wearing a wedding ring some time ago!
Another replied: Could it be that you saw Mrs. Faulkner in person since you’re so shocked?
The receptionist was about to type excitedly to inform them that they would never guess who Mrs. Faulkner was and that she even wished to divorce the boss, but her hand hovered in mid-air just as she was about to press the send button.
Something isn’t right! Until now, no one knows who Mrs. Faulkner is, so it’s obvious that Mr. Faulkner didn’t permit anyone to spread the news. If I tell everyone now, will he know that it’s me immediately?
After understanding the pros and cons, the receptionist shuddered and quickly deleted her message, replacing it with another that read: Huh? Mr. Faulkner is wearing a wedding ring? Who did he marry?
Someone replied: I knew you don’t care about gossips.
Another wrote: Tsk! We thought you saw Mrs. Faulkner in person. What a letdown!
Seeing that everyone in the group had started gossiping about a celebrity having an affair, the receptionist patted her chest with one hand and breathed a sigh of relief.
That was close!
There were only two luxurious suites on the top floor of the hotel. One could take in the view of almost the entire Springwyn through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Aside from the excellent view, there was even a glass dome, and one only needed to open it at night to admire the starry sky from the room.
As she was being forced to come to a hotel with Armand and learned that the building was owned by Central Group, Genevieve had a cold expression on her face throughout the journey upstairs. Upon entering the suite, she immediately distanced herself from the man.
She leaned against the couch and bought a plane ticket with her phone.
After waiting a while, as soon as the porter brought up her luggage, Genevieve found her ID card and got ready to leave with her luggage.
Armand took a huge stride and blocked her path. “There’s no need to hurry to go back. I’ve asked Steven to contact the assistant manager of your department to apply for leave for you.”
Genevieve took out her phone and typed on the notepad in response: I demand a divorce!
“Only death can do us part.”
Genevieve gritted her teeth in anger before typing again: In that case, I want to return to Jadeborough!
Armand stretched out his hand and lifted the hair on her shoulders. Staring at the sterile gauze wrapped around her neck, he replied, “Wait until the gauze is removed. You won’t be allowed on the plane in this state.”
Genevieve sneered and placed the phone close to his face to let him read her reply: It’s not like I have asthma. I want to return to Jadeborough. Right now!
Seeing the woman’s cold expression and persistence, Armand unbuttoned the topmost two buttons of his shirt to cool himself and stepped out of the way slightly to lean against the back of the couch. “Give it a try. If you can leave this place, I’ll admit my defeat.”
In response, Genevieve walked past the man with her luggage and pulled open the door of the suite.
To her surprise, Steven was standing outside the door.
“Are you hungry, Mrs. Faulkner?” Steven ignored the luggage in her hand and bowed slightly. “I’ll get the hotel restaurant to deliver a menu.”
Genevieve shook her head. She intended to walk out, but he stopped her. “You need to rest, Mrs. Faulkner.”
Genevieve bit her lower lip in frustration and handed him the phone after typing a reply. She wrote: It’s okay if you don’t let me leave, but I want to divorce Armand! Go and print a divorce agreement for me!
The corners of Steven’s eyes twitched when he saw her response. He quickly said, “I’m aware that this incident has left you traumatized, Mrs. Faulkner. It’s all because of Patrick and my negligence. But trust me, Mr. Faulkner cares about you. He knows you hate the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, so he brought you to the hotel as soon as you woke up. Specter Corporation’s stock price has been rising very well, and it has also attracted foreign investment. Other than Mr. Faulkner, no one can help you get the company back.”
Hearing his words, Genevieve scoffed and typed: Steven, you sound so confident in your words.
Steven’s heart skipped a beat. Did she say those words deliberately in anger, or has she indeed found someone to help her? But who would help her with her current state?