Genevieve carried on with her work throughout the day, completely unaffected by the visit to Armand’s office.
When it was almost time to get off work, her colleagues began discussing the transportation arrangements for those without cars.
That was when Genevieve realized her Pagani would stand out a little too much.
As she would always drive straight into the underground parking lot upon arrival with Patrick, not many in the office knew that it belonged to her.
When some of her colleagues requested to carpool with her, Genevieve quickly sent Steven a text to request for a more normal-looking car.
After getting off work, she had her colleagues wait in the parking lot and excused herself to the restroom to get the keys from Steven.
About ten minutes later, they saw Genevieve coming downstairs and followed her to a Mercedes-Benz.
“You drive a Mercedes-Benz to work? Your husband must make quite a lot of money, eh? What does he do for a living?” one of the colleagues asked curiously as she got into the car.
“Oh, he runs a company of his own!” Genevieve replied with a smile.
Central Group belongs to Armand, so that doesn’t count as lying!
It wasn’t long before they arrived at the barbeque restaurant and joined their other colleagues in a private room.
The food and drinks were served up when everyone sat down at the table.
Since Genevieve’s colleagues knew about her previous throat condition, none of them forced her to drink that evening.
After finishing the food, they all headed over to the nearest karaoke bar.
“Why are you sitting here, Genevieve? You should go join them and sing a few songs!” Jenny asked as she came over with a glass of beer in hand.
Genevieve pointed at her throat and shook her head. “I’m practically tone-deaf. Besides, my throat isn’t exactly in the best state right now.”
Not wanting to pressure her any further, Jenny simply clinked glasses with her and began chugging her drink down. “You know, I used to think that you’re Patrick’s girlfriend. After all, you two seem pretty close with each other, and Mr. Sullivan’s always the one submitting your leave applications.”
She only found out that the two of them weren’t a couple when she asked Steven about it the other day.
Genevieve forced a smile at her before shifting her gaze toward the glass of juice in her hand. “Had we met each other earlier, I might actually be his girlfriend.”
It’s a shame that he died at the young age of twenty-four…
Jenny flashed her a mischievous grin upon hearing that. “Are you saying that you have feelings for Patrick? Still, why would he suddenly transfer to some overseas branch for no reason?”
Genevieve pursed her lips and remained silent.
Steven had kept an insanely tight lid on Patrick’s death, so his classmates and they were the only ones who knew about it.
Jenny grew increasingly curious when she saw no response from Genevieve. She was about to ask some more questions when another colleague handed her the microphone. “Ms. Griffin, it’s your turn to sing!”
Jenny then took the microphone over and started singing while the others drank and chatted the night away.
Feeling a little discomfort in her tummy after downing a few glasses of juice, Genevieve promised to buy them breakfast and quickly excused herself from the private room.
She then retrieved her car from the parking lot and drove off shortly after.
It was barely a few minutes into the drive home when her phone lit up on the passenger seat.
Genevieve glanced at it and saw that Armand had sent her a text: Has the party ended yet?
She broke into a smile when she recalled how she used to send him such texts as well.
Genevieve stepped on the brakes to slow down at the upcoming red light, only to hear a loud cracking noise all of a sudden. Fearing that she had set off some kind of mechanism, Genevieve tensed up instantly.
