My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 85

Chapter 85 Who Do You Think You Are

Cooper wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his finger and tried to stand up.

However, Armand had knocked him down so brutally that his organs ached. Cooper gritted his teeth

tightly, taking a while to stand up.

His eyes darkened when he saw Genevieve in Armand’s arms, possessiveness filling his heart.

“Genevieve is nothing but a plaything to you, Mr. Faulkner. Playthings like these will come your way

with a wave of your arm,” Cooper said.

“Let’s talk about business.” He raised his hand and unbuttoned the first button. “I only want her.”

“You think you’re good enough to talk about business with me?” Armand scoffed disdainfully.

Genevieve, who Armand had secured his hand around, suddenly squirmed and mumbled something

incoherent as her head nuzzled into his suit.

He realized something was wrong with her. Ignoring Cooper, Armand lifted her into his arms and left

the guest room.

Cooper’s face fell. He strode forward, reached out, and grabbed Genevieve’s hand.

Armand seemed to have predicted that. Before Cooper could touch them, Armand turned around with

Genevieve in his arms and landed another kick on Cooper’s chest.

Cooper fell to the ground and no longer stood up.

“Mr. Faulkner.” Soon, a few men in police uniforms rushed to the guest room.

“Cooper attempted to assault my wife. Send him to the police station and lock him up,” Armand ordered

the police coldly before he left.

In fact, the police already knew the gist of what had happened without Armand saying anything based

on Genevieve’s disheveled look.

They swiftly entered the room and cuffed Cooper.

Timothy was tending to Patrick’s wounds in the luxury suite upstairs. Genevieve seemed to be under

the effect of some kind of drug, so Armand took the elevator and went upstairs to look for Timothy.

Meanwhile, Genevieve kept moving around, brushing her lips on his neck while putting both arms

around him.

“Sir…” Her breathing was rapid as she left kisses along his neck. “You smell so good…”

Sir? He thought as cracks began to form on his icy expression. At that moment, he looked slightly

panicked.

He tilted his neck to the right, intending to avoid her kisses.

As a result, Genevieve went after him and started to kiss him more passionately. There was a

dissatisfied tone in her voice, “Don’t hide from me, Sir. Let me kiss you…”

When she reached his Adam’s apple, she planted a sincere kiss.

The elevator was a cramped space, and Armand could smell her fragrance more clearly, sending a

wave of heat to his lower half.

In the hotel’s luxury suite, Steven frowned as he guarded the tightly shut door.

On the other hand, Timothy stood by the window while speaking on the phone. “Yes, it’s in the freezer’s

small compartment on the right. It’s exactly the bottle of blue medicine. Send it to the hotel within ten

minutes.”

Timothy gave an order in a hurry and heard the doorbell right after he ended the call.

He stood closer to the door, so he went to open the door and saw Armand standing outside with

Genevieve in his arms.

“I’m busy, Armand.” Timothy waved his hand and spoke in a troubled voice, “The drug Steven is under © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

is too bizarre. After the medicine arrives, I have to prepare the antidote quickly. I don’t have time to deal

with anything else. You should send her straight to the hospital…”

“Make two.” Armand pushed Timothy aside and forced his way into the room. “She’s also drugged.”

“What?”

“Timothy thought he misheard and promptly followed Armand into a room. After Armand put Genevieve

onto the bed, Timothy noticed her hands were tied up, and her face was red.

“What the heck?” Timothy’s expression twisted into that of frustration. “How did she get drugged?”

As he spoke, he smelled a strange fragrance.

He followed the scent and made his way to the bed.

Timothy searched Genevieve’s coat and soon found something in her right pocket.

The item seemed like a little round ornament made of wool.

Realizing the wool was wet, he put it against his nose to smell it, and his expression turned solemn.

“Someone turned the drug into liquid and sprayed it onto this ornament. The drug spreads fast in the

air, and its effects are long-lasting. It’ll only disappear after about an hour.”