My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)
Chapter 81

Chapter 81 Interesting Show

She kicked Queenie's abdomen with her long leg. After seeing her fall into the dark room, she gripped the doorknob and shut the door tight. "No! Get away from me! Move..."

Soon, Genevieve, who was standing in front of the door, heard many moaning sounds and Queenie's shriek.

Her screams gradually subsided, turning into a painful moaning sound with a hint of pleasure. Her voice was mixed with the gasping sounds of the other men. Genevieve listened to it in silence. There wasn't a trace of remorse on her delicate face.

After all, she was not a saint.

The moment Queenie wanted to make a move against her, she decided to take revenge even if Queenie didn't succeed.

In less than a minute, the next room's door was opened, and Patrick walked out of it.

Genevieve turned around and looked at him. "Is it done?"

"Of course. I've never failed whenever I take action." Patrick raised his eyebrows, looking arrogant. He continued, "The balconies of the two rooms are close. I went over to hide the pinhole camera in the flower pot on the balcony. The field of vision is great, and it's not noticeable."

At that moment, Patrick heard a moaning sound coming from the room. He smiled coldly as he said, "Serves her right!"

"Since it's all done, let's go." Genevieve thought that the noise was too much for her ears, so she turned around and walked toward the elevator.

Patrick quickly followed her. "Genev, how did you know that Queenie would make a move against you?"

"Don't you know that women are the most complicated? Besides, Queenie's trick is too basic." Genevieve glanced at him while answering.

She continued, "I realized that she wanted to do something against me when she came over to the translation department in the morning to apologize to me and treated me to a dessert. During the welcoming party at night, she apologized to me once again and gave me a Bulgari brooch... Do you think she would give me such an expensive thing?"

"Oh!" Patrick understood everything right then. He continued, "So, you sent me messages to keep an eye on Queenie while you jump into her trap on purpose?"

Genevieve shrugged, and her red lips curled upward. "Otherwise, how could we enjoy such an interesting show?"

"Genev, you're so smart!" Even though Patrick had noticed that Genevieve was smart as she figured out a lot of things correctly in the hospital last time through the accident, he didn't expect her to be so clever as to make Queenie fall for her own trap.

As they reached the elevator, he pressed the elevator's button and waited for it to arrive. He put his hands behind the back of his head and asked, "You've said that your blood type is rare. How rare is it exactly?"

That morning, Genevieve's pale face had shocked him.

Genevieve pursed her lips and told him honestly. "Phnull blood type is extremely rare. There aren't many people with this blood type in this world."

"What?" Patrick turned around and looked at Genevieve. His face was filled with not only surprise but also shock.

After knowing that Genevieve and Marilyn knew each other, he checked Marilyn's information at the banquet. He seemed to have seen the word "Phnull" in the blood type column.

Recalling that morning when Timothy was making a phone call in anger, Patrick's hazy mind seemed to be cleared by a splash of water.

He had an inkling of what was happening.

Opening his mouth, he wanted to ask Genevieve something. However, at that moment, a faint yet pleasing scent wafted up to his nose, dispersing the thought that had formed in his head. "It's so hot! Genev, aren't you hot?" Patrick opened the top button on his blouse.

"Isn't the air conditioner turned on in the corridor? Did you drink a lot at the banquet just now?" asked Genevieve as she saw him fanning himself. There was even sweat beading on his forehead. "No. I've only drunk some champagne."

"You will be fine after cooling down with the air conditioner," said Genevieve. Seeing that the elevator was still stopping at the third floor, she frowned.

The people on the lower floor were occupying the elevator for some reason.

It had been a minute but the elevator hadn't reached their floor yet.

Genevieve was impatient, so she walked toward the other elevator at the side.

When she was about to press on the elevator button after walking over, someone approached her from the back, and his breath fell on her neck.