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Chapter 48
Genevieve looked down. She had just treated Raymond, so she knew his condition better than anyone else.
That jerk, Zachary, had done something else to trigger Raymond’s condition, using up the last of his energy.
Based on Raymond’s condition, he had at most a month left.
Fine.
She never wanted to burn bridges with Raymond while he was still alive. She didn’t want it to become one of his regrets.
She decided to wait for just one more month. After that month, she would be free and have completely paid off her debt to the Lambert family.
After that, everyone who ever owed her anything was completely done for.
Genevieve said, “Okay. Once Grandpa passes away, we’ll go to the courthouse.”
Zachary’s tense nerves finally relaxed. He nodded hurriedly. “Okay. Whatever you say.”
He let her hand go, but the moment he lowered his head, his eyes gleamed slyly.
The next day, sunlight shone through the huge floor–to–ceiling windows of Blossom Studio. The whole space was bathed in warm golden light.
Hannah quickly walked into Genevieve’s office in her high heels.
“Gen, we just got news,” she said, passing Genevieve the digital tablet. “James Landers of Landers Group has just arrived in Hudston.”
Genevieve was testing some new fragrances when her hands stopped, and she looked up.
A flurry of finance news was displayed on the screen.
“James Landers, the Heir of Landers Group, Had Just Landed in Hudston. What Hurricane Is He About to Kickstart?”
Hannah swiped on the screen to pull up another file. “This is his public itinerary. In three days, he’ll be visiting Blossom Studio.
“I’ve looked into his background. He’s not someone to be messed with, that’s for sure. He’s
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the heir to Landers Group in public, but privately, he’s the head of the International Art Foundation. He’s a close friend of Greg Sanders, and Greg is also the reason why he’s visiting
us this time around.”
After a pause, she continued, “Your husband wants you to take good care of him.”
Greg Sanders.
When she heard that name, Genevieve’s hand stilled around her pipette. Her gaze landed on James‘ picture.
The man in the picture was dressed in an expensive tailored suit. The gaze behind his wire- rimmed glasses was mysterious and deep. He had a regal, intimidating aura about him.
Genevieve found him strangely familiar.
A few memories began to float into her mind.
He reminded her of the older student in her art academy from when she was a teenager. He was always wearing a clean white button–up shirt as he quietly added strokes to his oil paintings.
Since Zachary had given her a direct order, she figured that she might as well follow it.
Genevieve nodded. “Got it.”
The night sky was as dark as ink.
Tristan had been waiting for hours outside the Lambert residence. At 3:00 am, the mansion
doors finally opened.
Genevieve walked out tiredly.
After accompanying Raymond for an entire night, her face was pale. Her gaze was watered down by exhaustion.
The night breeze was a little chilly. Tristan draped his coat over her shoulders, still warm from his body, then handed her a thermos.
“It’s Chamomile tea to help you relax. It’s still warm.” His voice had always been nice, but in the middle of the night, it sounded even deeper and more gentle than before.
Genevieve paused, but she didn’t turn him down.
She took the thermos from him. When her fingertips touched the sides of the thermos, its warmth seemed to travel through her, chasing away the nighttime chill.
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She looked up at him. “Mr. Hale, don’t you have work?”
He leaned against the car door with his hands in his pockets and chuckled lightly. “Right now, it’s more important for me to protect my close ally.”
Genevieve frowned. Coldly, she said, “Mr. Hale, your joke isn’t funny at all.”
She walked around him toward her own car.
After being by Raymond’s bedside all night, she just wanted to find a place where she could completely crash.
“I have many things to do at the studio. Bye.”
Tristan strolled forward and followed her patiently. He reached out and opened the car door for her. He said, “I’ll drive.”
Genevieve paused. She looked at him, then at the open car door, not saying a single word.
She didn’t see the harm in it. After all, she didn’t even have the energy to step on the
accelerator.
The car drove ahead on the silent road, leaving the bright city lights behind it. In the car, all Tristan could hear was the quiet sound of their breathing.
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