My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 1317

Chapter 1317 Give Me Some Money

Charlotte thought about how she had been pampered by her family since childhood, and then recalled the various experiences she went through after going bankrupt. In her last job, she had to tread carefully and constantly watch other people's expressions while working.

She covered her eyes with a tissue and began to cry loudly, drinking alcohol between sobs.

Charlotte rang the bell to call the waiter in, asking him to bring a few glasses of brandy with ice. Genevieve knew she was falling apart at the moment, but didn't say anything, just quietly accompanied her in drinking.

Genevieve couldn't handle strong alcohol; just one drink made her head spin. Struggling, she managed to take out her phone and called Armand, asking him to come pick her up.

After downing a few glasses of brandy, Charlotte too was drunk, slumped over the marble table.

She rested her chin on the back of her hand, poking the decorative potted plant on the table with her other hand, mumbling, "Are you a money tree or not? If you are, then give me some money..." "Dad, your daughter is so poor, she hasn't bought new clothes in such a long time..."

Seeing Genevieve so drunk, it was hard not to laugh and cry at the same time. Worried about the cold floor, she was just about to go over and help her up when the door to the private room was pushed open. In the softly lit private room, Armand immediately spotted Genevieve sitting on the sofa and Charlotte on the floor.

Seeing that Genevieve wasn't drunk, his face looked slightly better. He walked over, picked up Genevieve's coat from the sofa and placed it on his arm, then extended his hand to her.

Genevieve helped Charlotte up from the ground, "Let's get her home first."

Someone sent it to her.

As soon as Armand finished speaking, another tall figure entered the private room.

Due to the crowded bar, the man was afraid of being recognized, so he wore a woolen hat and a mask, revealing only a pair of deep, captivating eyes. His figure was exceptionally outstanding. Jerry came over and took Charlotte from Genevieve's hands.

Charlotte was tipsy, but she still remembered the pleasant scent of Jerry. As he carried her in his arms, she instinctively hooked her hand around his neck and nuzzled against him. "Thank you for your hard work," Jerry nodded to Genevieve, and quickly left with Charlotte in his arms.

Genevieve watched the two of them leave the private room.

Noticing what Genevieve was looking at, Armand's expression turned somewhat dangerous. He simply pinched her chin and turned her face toward him.

"Don't look at other men; I get jealous."

Genevieve burst out laughing, "I wasn't looking at him, I just noticed that Charlotte wasn't wearing her shoes."

She wanted to call out to Jerry, but he walked away too quickly.

Upon seeing the boots under the table, Armand's furrowed brow finally relaxed. He called the waiter over and asked him to take care of the boots, and to call Charlotte tomorrow. Genevieve clung to his arm as they left the bar. As the cool breeze blew, the warmth on her face subsided considerably.

"Mando, let's take a walk," Genevieve didn't feel like taking a car and wanted to walk to sober up a bit. Armand obliged, wrapping his arm around her to shield her from the wind. The two of them walked along the bar street, heading in the direction of home.

On the other side, Jerry carried Charlotte and headed straight for the back door of the bar. Outside, a minivan was parked, and Joash was standing by the car, playing with his phone.

Upon seeing Jerry come out, he quickly opened the rear door of the minivan. After the two of them got in, he closed the door again.

As Joash started driving, Jerry held Charlotte in his arms with one hand and rummaged through the glove compartment with the other. He found some sobering pills, tore open a packet, and poured them into a bottle of mineral water.

He held the mouth of the mineral water bottle to Charlotte's lips, but she shook her head, refusing to drink.

As the light in the backseat was on, Charlotte could vaguely see the man's face, and her eyes instantly turned red.

"Wuu wuu, Jerry..."

"I'm here," Jerry said. "Drink some water, or else you'll feel uncomfortable and won't be able to sleep later."

"I feel so terrible right now." Charlotte held his face, sobbing as she spoke, "Jerry, I'm bankrupt. I can't afford to support you anymore. What should we do?"

"I'm so broke, I can't casually give you hundreds of thousands in tips anymore."